Allow not nature more than nature needs.
Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.
one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.
Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.
You dull ass will not mend his pace with beating.
He that dies pays all debts.