So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant And breathe short-winded accents of new broils To be commenced in stronds afar remote.
Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general care Take hold on me; for my particular grief Is of so floodgate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are!
Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.
What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.
I am sure care's an enemy to life.
O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care
Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.
I have more care to stay than will to go.
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.
Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedied.
Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.
Though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care