As merry as the day is long.
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"
They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.
You shall more command with years than with your weapons.
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.