In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thourt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow; Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee. Martial.Epigram XLVII. Line 12.
My lifes a preparation but to leave thee: Like one that seeks a door, I walk about thee: With thee I cannot live! I cannot live without thee. Quarles.Emblems, No. II. Book IV.
Forcd to doat on thee thy own way, I chide thee first and then obey; Wretched when from thee, vexd when nigh, I with thee or without thee die. Prior.The Ladys Looking-glass.