A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.
Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.
No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here.