Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.
You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief
Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror
I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.