Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low.
He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
I would not wish any companion in the world but you.
one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.