I dote on his very absence.
This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
Nature does require her times of preservation.
Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.
You abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone.