I have not slept one wink.
Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
Greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.
Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.