Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?

You are a tedious fool.

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!

Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.