I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.
Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.
A man I am cross'd with adversity.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
Grief best is pleased with grief's society.
Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her.