To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown.
I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)
Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.