If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.
If ever (as that ever may be near) you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, then shall you know the wounds invisible that love's keen, arrows make.
What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!
A light wife doth make a heavy husband.
Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)