The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.

Nice customs curtsy to great kings.

one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.

There's nothing in this world can make me joy.

A lean cheek; which you have not: a blue eye, and sunken; which you have not: an unquestionable spirit; which you have not: a beard neglected; which you have not: — but I pardon you for that; for, simply, your having1 in beard is a younger brother's revenue: — Then your hose should be ungarter'd, your bonnet unhanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation.

What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.

To be furious, is to be frighted out of fear.