Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
This is the short and the long of it.
The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.
What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.
A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?