Things won are done, joy’s soul lies in the doing.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

‘Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.

By that sin fell the angels.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!

Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.

I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.

All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.