Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.
Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.
It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber.
Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see
He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.