Come not within the measure of my wrath.
Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)
Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?
What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs?
Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund