The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief: He robs himself that spends a bootless grief

The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

Who steals my purse, steals trash, but he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed.

You have seen Sunshine and rain at once--her smiles and tears Were like, a better way: those happy smilets That played on her ripe lip seemed not to know What guests were in her eyes, which parted thence As pearls from diamonds dropped.

Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit That could be moved to smile at anything.