The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.
Under the colour of commending him I have access my own love to prefer; But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.
Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Come, Lady, die to live.
For I can raise no money by vile means.