As merry as the day is long.
Can one desire too much of a good thing?
There is a river in Macedon, and there is moreover a river in Monmouth. It is called Wye at Monmouth, but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both.
It's easy for someone to joke about scars if they've never been cut.
A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. *She’s a stubborn little brat.*
Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words