Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

The labor we delight in physics [cures] pain.

in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England: Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he achiev'd And left it to his son imperial lord. Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King of France and England did this King succeed; Whose state so many of had the managing, That they lost France and made his England bleed.

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar; and't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon.