Ready to go but never to return.

I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

I am ill at these numbers.

We have some salt of our youth in us.

Away! Thou'rt poison to my blood.

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