Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
You are a tedious fool.
Wishers were ever fools.
Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.
Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!