Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.
Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone.
Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
If you would persuade, you must appeal to interest rather than intellect. We are advertis'd by our loving friends.