Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious than life

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.

Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honor bright

Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.

He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear