One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

I am wrapped in dismal thinking.

I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.

Should the poor be flattered? No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, and crook the pregnant hinges of the knee where thrift may follow fawning.

Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.

If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.

I am a man more sinned against than sinning