With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
A very scurvy fellow.
A light heart lives long.
Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.
The due of honor in no point omit.
Patch up thine old body for heaven.