There's nae sorrow there, John, / There's 10 neither cauld nor care, John, / The day is aye fair, / In the land o' the leal. Lady Nairne.
There's no armour against fate. Shirley.
There's no art / To find the mind's construction in the face. Macb., i. 4.
There's no folk sic idiots as them that looks like geniuses. J. M. Barrie.
There's no glory like his who saves his country. Tennyson.
There's no grace in a benefit that sticks to the 15 fingers. Sen.
There's no great banquet but some fares ill. George Herbert.
There's no pleasure i' living, if you're to be corked up for ever, and only dribble your mind out by the sly, like a leaky barrel. George Eliot.
There's no seeing one's way through tears. Pr.
There's no slipping up-hill again, and no standing still when once you've begun to slip down. George Eliot.