Shakespeare, 6th January

                                   Love all, trust a few,

Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy

Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend

Under thy own life's key: be checked for silence,

But never taxed for speech. What heaven more will,

That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down,

Fall on thy head.

                                     All's Well That Ends Well, Act i., Sc. I.