For it falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us While it was ours.
Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.
Leave jesting whiles it pleaseth, lest it turne to earnest.
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.