This is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security.
William ShakespearePoor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
William ShakespeareMacbeth: How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest. Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart. Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself.
William Shakespeare