Women may fail when there is no strength in man
Parting is such sweet sorrow
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.
Woe to that land that's governed by a child.
Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.