Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Say, is not absence death to those who love?
And not a vanity is given in vain.
This is the Jew that Shakespeare drew.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance. As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme,Happy to catch me, just at dinner-time.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
For smiles from reason flowTo brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
And the hall is lone, and the hall is drear,For the smiling of woman shineth not here.
Comrades, this man has a nice smile, but he's got iron teeth.
A tender smile, our sorrows' only balm.
I feel in every smile a chain.
In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.
Her very frowns are fairer farThan smiles of other maidens are.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
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