Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.

By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.

Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without three good friends; that the property of rain is to wet and fire to burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep, and a great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred.

He that is thy friend indeed, he will help you in your need.