They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.

If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.

ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

Nothing can come of nothing.

'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.

There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.

There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.