When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.
O heaven! were man, But constant, he were perfect.
How much an ill word may empoison liking!
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.
I have supped full with horrors.
To go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes