If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.
Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.
Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
Passion makes the will lord of the reason.
Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions