Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.

Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.

I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.

Alas, how love can trifle with itself!

And nothing is, but what is not.

We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.

Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.