I would fain die a dry death.
You shall more command with years than with your weapons.
I am wrapped in dismal thinking.
Done to death by slanderous tongue
Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.
We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo