He hath eaten me out of house and home.
Give me my sin again.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!
There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous men.