Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.
Having my freedom, boast of nothing else.
Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed.
That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.
The let-alone lies not in your good will.
Two women placed together makes cold weather.