All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.

Done to death by slanderous tongue

Tempt not a desperate man

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

The soul of this man is his clothes.

That which in mean men we entitle patience is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

I dote on his very absence.