Glory grows guilty of detested crimes.
A smile cures the wounding of a frown.
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.
I must be cruel, only to be kind.