A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.

Such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.

If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not toalter me.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.

Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.

I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have.