Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us.

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth

Lovers ever run before the clock

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

All difficulties are easy when they are known.

Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.

Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.