Why the king said to me, Why is your countenance sad, seeing you are not sick? this is nothing else but sorrow of heart. Then I was very sore afraid,
And he asked Pharaoh's officers that were with him in the ward of his lord's house, saying, Why look you so sadly to day?
Hope deferred makes the heart sick: but when the desire comes, it is a tree of life.
A merry heart makes a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.