With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster

Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes

Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks.

I came, saw, and overcame.

In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.