Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
William ShakespeareA goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r Lady, inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff.
William Shakespeare