O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!

Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon.

Friendly counsel cuts off many foes.

The world must be peopled!

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts. (Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost, IV)

I am not merry, but I do beguile the thing I am by seeming otherwise.