O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.
Sweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men.
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.
My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.