To you your father should be as a god.
Can one desire too much of a good thing?
My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
The proverb is something musty.
How every fool can play upon the word!