I Am Wealthy In My Friends.

That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.

If Thou Couldst, Doctor, Cast The Water Of My Land, Find Her Disease, And Purge It To A Sound And Pristine Health, I Would Applaud Thee To The Very Echo, That Should Applaud You Again.

What's Hecuba To Him, Or He To Hecuba, That He Should Weep For Her?

Either Our History Shall With Full Mouth Speak Freely Of Our Acts, Or Else Our Grave, Like Turkish Mute, Shall Have A Tongueless Mouth, Not Worshipped With A Waxen Epitaph.

The Rain, It Raineth Every Day.