Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Ariel's song, scene II, Act I

If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.

There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.

Tis ever common That men are merriest when they are from home.

A smile cures the wounding of a frown.

Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.

But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!