Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour; what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. T is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I ll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism.