POR. By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is a-weary of this great world.
NER. You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same abundance as your good fortunes are; and yet for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing. It is no mean happiness therefore to be seated in the mean: super fluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.
POR. Good sentences, and well pronounc’d.
NER. They would be better if well follow’d.