What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.

O King, believe not this hard-hearted man!

We must follow, not force Providence.

There is a world elsewhere.

Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us.

When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors.

Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.