Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.
I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
Allow not nature more than nature needs.