Though she be but little, she is fierce!
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low.
A smile cures the wounding of a frown.
We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.
Shall I never see a bachelor of three score again?
'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.