My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.
A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood.
Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.
The old folk, time's doting chronicles.
A very scurvy fellow.
One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.