Heaven - the treasury of everlasting life.
My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!
They say miracles are past.
Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.