Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.
He hath eaten me out of house and home.
I was a coward on instinct.
All the world's a stage ... and you better have a zoning variance or it's coming down.
I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me: but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next