Speak comfortable words.
Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.
I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
The patient must minister to himself
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Nay, do not think I flatter. For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?