Hear the meaning within the word.
Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.
Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But like a thrifty goddess she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,Both thanks and use.
For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
Assume a virtue if you have it not.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary