Read o'er this And after, this, and then to breakfast with What appetite you have.

It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.

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.

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.

... And death unloads thee.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

For I can raise no money by vile means.