If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.
I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain
Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds.
I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.