Not cruelly making new _indentures_ of the flesh of his apprentice.

He is tender of his servant in sickness and age.

If crippled in his service, his house is his hospital.

Yet how many throw away those dry bones, out of the which themselves have sucked the marrow!" _Good Widow_.--"If she can speak but little good of him [her dead husband] she speaks but little of him.

So handsomely folding up her discourse, that his virtues are shown outwards, and his vices wrapt up in silence; as counting it barbarism to throw dirt on his memory, who hath mould cast on his body." _Horses_.--"These are men's wings, wherewith they make such speed.