So honour peereth in the meanest habit. The Taming of the Shrew (Petruchio at IV, iii)
So now prosperity begins to mellow and drop into the rotten mouth of death.
So study evermore is overshot. While it doth study to have what it would, it doth forget to do the thing it should; and when it hath the thing it hunteth most, 'tis won as towns with fire; so won, so lost.
So went to bed, where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still; and three nights after this, After the hour of eight, which he himself Foretold should be his last, full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears and sorrows, He gave his honors to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.