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

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

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

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.

My tables--meet it is I set it down That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain. At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark.