Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight
William ShakespeareOne fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.
William ShakespeareAgainst my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner. BENEDICK Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. BEATRICE I took no more pains for those thanks than you take pains to thank me: if it had been painful, I would not have come. BENEDICK You take pleasure then in the message? BEATRICE Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's point ... You have no stomach, signior: fare you well. Exit BENEDICK Ha! 'Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner;' there's a double meaning in that... (Much Ado About Nothing)
William Shakespeare