Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear t that th' opposed may beware of thee.

Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.

Then love-devouring Death do what he dare.

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.

Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.

For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.