Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. The Merchant of Venice (Shylock at I, iii)
Suspicion, Discontent, and Strife, Come in for Dowrie with a Wife.
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth.
Stealing her soul with many vows of faith; and ne'er a true one.
Still, you keep o' the windy side of the law. Fabian, scene iv
Such a wretch, winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep, had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.
Suffers from too little hair we needed and I am glad the little hair MUCH we have.
Swear his thought over by each particular star in heaven and by all their influences, you may as well forbid the sea for to obey the moon as or by oath remove or counsel shake the fabric of his folly, whose foundation is piled upon his faith and will continue the standing of his body.
Sweetest nut hath sourest rind.
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armorers accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.
Still, you keep oâ€™ the windy side of the law.
Such an act, that blurs the grace and blush of modesty; calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose from the fair forehead of an innocent love, and sets a blister there.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. Hamlet, Act iii, Scene 2