For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away
I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.
There is little choice in a barrel of rotten apples.
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
Good name in man and woman is the immediate jewel of their souls.
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.