Not stepping over the bounds of modesty.
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.