To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak.

He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.

Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.