William Shakespeare on Smiling

“My tables,—meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark.”

“Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at anything.”

“Those happy smilets, That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence, As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.”

“Nobly he yokes A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh Was that it was, for not being such a smile: The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly From so divine a temple, to commix With winds that sailors rail at.”