I'll note you in my book of memory.
I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!
Speak comfortable words.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.
Fill all thy bones with aches.