There's no work so tirin' as danglin' about an' 20 starin', an' not rightly knowin' what you're goin' to do next; an' keepin' your face i' smilin' order, like a grocer o' market-day. George Eliot.
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away. Byron.
There's not a place where Rest can say, / I'll not have Labour here; / For Rest itself would pine away / If Labour were not near. Hall.
There's not a string attuned to mirth / But has its chord in melancholy. Hood.
There's not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself. Much Ado, v. 2.
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, / 25 But in his motion like an angel sings, / Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims. Mer. of Ven., v. 1.
There's nothing but what's bearable as long as a man can work. George Eliot.
There's nothing certain but uncertainty. Pr.
There's nothing half so sweet in life / As love's young dream. Moore.
There's nothing situate under heaven's eye, / But hath its bound in earth, in sea, in sky. Comedy of Errors, ii. 1.