None can cure their harms by wailing them.
For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.
The icy precepts of respect.
Not stepping over the bounds of modesty.
Then love-devouring Death do what he dare.
Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.