Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.
A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.
They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.
Out of her favour, where I am in love.