Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
What's the newest grief? Each minute tunes a new one.
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.
The rain, it raineth every day.
I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.