Strong reasons make strong actions.

I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked.

I am not bound to please thee with my answer.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

For it falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us While it was ours.

A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.