As merry as the day is long.
I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster
Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
I humbly do beseech of your pardon, For too much loving you
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.