He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.

For I can raise no money by vile means.

Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end

The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately— long love doth so.

There is a history in all men's lives.

Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth