A light heart lives long.
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.
I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.
Heaven give you many, many merry days.
If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.