To go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes

If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'

If you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.

Every subject's duty is the Kings, but every subject's soul is his own.

O serpent heart hid with a flowering face! Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.

The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.