His sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.
In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.
He who freely magnifies what hath been nobly done, and fears not to declares as freely what might be done better, gives ye the best covenant of his fidelity.
Few sometimes may know, when thousands err.
What hath night to do with sleep?
Time is the subtle thief of youth.