I'll not meddle with it; it is a dangerous thing; it makes a man a coward; a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbor's wife, but it detects him. 'Tis a blushing, shame -faced spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom ; it fills one full of obstacles; it made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found; it beggars any man that keeps it; it is turned out of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and every man that means to live well endeavors to trust to himself and live without it.

And she's fair I love.

To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?

In thy foul throat thou liest.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks

Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.

So well thy words become thee as thy wounds.