Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.

Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long

So well thy words become thee as thy wounds.

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

The due of honor in no point omit.

Gently to hear, kindly to judge.