We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)
It is not night when I do see your face.
A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.
Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.
Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.