Tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.
You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.
We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.
There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently
Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.