He makes a July's day short as December.

While we lie tumbling in the hay.

Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.

Bait the hook well. This fish will bite.

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, meeting the check of such another day.

Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas