And feed upon the rich. Now mark me right!
Set down my virtues one by one: Imprimis.
Good-will to all men—would they were all rich,
So might I gull them all: malice to none;
I envy no man's fortune, all I wish
Is but to share it: would you have a friend,
A gallant steady friend? I am your man:
No striker I, no swaggerer, no defamer,
But one to bear all these and still forbear:
If you insult, I laugh, unruffled, merry,