I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill.
Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.
Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.
Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Here's three on's are sophisticated. Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more than such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
O, had I but followed the arts!
Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon.