And nothing is, but what is not.

For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.

Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot.

Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.

Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.