Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.
Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)
Well, honor is the subject of my story.
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.