Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss? Three angels gave me at once a kiss.

What's the use of worrying? It never was worth while, so Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag, And smile, smile, smile.

But owned that smile, if oft observed and near, Waned in its mirth, and wither'd to a sneer.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

From thy own smile I snatched the snake.

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolished the right arm Of his own country;--seldom since that day Has Spain had heroes.