I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me.

Give me to drink mandragora.

He that dies this year is quit for the next.

The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.

Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

If she be not honest, chaste, and true, there's no man happy.