Present Mirth Hath Present Laughter.

Words Spoken Can Not Be Recalled So Think Twice Before You Speak.

A Hit, A Very Palpable Hit.

O God, O God, How Weary, Stale, Flat, And Unprofitable Seem To Me All The Uses Of This World!

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

See What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath!