O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.
It is lost at dice, what ancient honor won.
I have not slept one wink.
I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.
We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.