Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.
There's place and means for every man alive.
Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.
This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.