Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so.

It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.

I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.

He knows what it's like to strut and fret his hour upon the stage and then be heard no more.

I'll look to like; if looking, liking move.

And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed.