Lend less than you owe.

For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase.

I must be cruel, only to be kind.

When once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right.

Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.

Venus smiles not in a house of tears.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought