They must take me for a fool, or even worse, a lunatic. And no wonder ,for I am so intensely conscious of my misfortune and my misery is so overwhelming that I am powerless to resist it and am being turned into stone, devoid of all knowledge or feeling.
God bears with the wicked, but not forever.
Thank you for nothing.
Don't put too fine a point to your wit for fear it should get blunted.
Arms are my ornaments, warfare my repose.
The pitcher goes so often to the fountain that if gets broken.