Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.
He hath eaten me out of house and home.
But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.
I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.
Past and to come, seems best; things present, worse.
I have not slept one wink.