I had as lief have been myself alone.
For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.
Wishers were ever fools.
To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.
There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)