They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.