Profit is a blessing, if it's not stolen.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness!
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.
for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)
Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me