A smile cures the wounding of a frown.
It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.
With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage.
O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?
By that sin fell the angels.
How every fool can play upon the word!