Like A Barber's Chair That Fits All

To Be In Anger Is Impiety, But Who Is Man That Is Not Angry?

He Hath Eaten Me Out Of House And Home.

There's A Time For All Things.

I Can Get No Remedy Against This Consumption Of The Purse: Borrowing Only Lingers And Lingers It Out, But The Disease Is Incurable.

Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter! My Lord, If You Will Give Me Leave, I Will Tread This Unbolted Villain Into Mortar, And Daub The Wall Of A Jakes With Him. *all Cheer For Shakespearean Insults*