Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be.

It Is The Witness Still Of Excellency To Put A Strange Face On His Own Perfection.

Time Hath Not Yet So Dried This Blood Of Mine, Nor Age So Eat Up My Invention, Nor Fortune Made Such Havoc Of My Means, Nor My Bad Life Reft Me So Much Of Friends, But They Shall Find Awaked In Such A Kind Both Strength Of Limb And Policy Of Mind, Ability In Means, And Choice Of Friends, To Quit Me Of Them Throughly.

So They Loved As Love In Twain Had The Essence But In One; Two Distinct, Divisions None.

Set Honour In One Eye And Death I' The Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently.