Neither A Borrower Nor A

Now, My Masters, Happy Man Be His Dole, Say I; Every Man To His Business.

Fore God, You Have Here A Goodly Dwelling And A Rich.

Extremity Is The Trier Of Spirits.

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.

Ever Note, Lucilius, When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Useth An Enforced Ceremony. There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith; But Hollow Men, Like Horses Hot At Hand, Make Gallant Show And Promise Of Their Mettle; But When They Should Endure The Bloody Spur, They Fall Their Crests, And Like Deceitful Jades Sink In The Trial.