Our Rash Faults Make Trivial Price Of

You Had Measured How Long A Fool You Were Upon The Ground.

He Hath A Heart As Sound As A Bell, And His Tongue Is The Clapper; For What His Heart Thinks His Tongue Speaks.

Being Of No Power To Make His Wishes Good: His Promises Fly So Beyond His State That What He Speaks Is All In Debt; He Owes For Every Word.

Think'st Thou It Honourable For A Noble Man Still To Remember Wrongs?

Well, While I Live I'll Fear No Other Thing So Sore As Keeping Safe Nerissa's Ring.