The soul of this man is his clothes.
Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)
I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.
One sin another doth provoke.