I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none
My heart is ever at your service.
Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii
... And death unloads thee.
Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.
The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.