Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with its sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the full bosom of all perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart.
If money go before, all ways do lie open.
A great cause of the night is lack of the sun.
Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.
As merry as the day is long.
What is past is prologue.