Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
Nothing can come of nothing.
For mine own part, it was Greek to me.
Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.
There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.