In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73

For she had eyes and chose me.

Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.

Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado)

I stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.

Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?

So our virtues lie in the interpretation of the time