It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.

We have seen better days.

This fell sergeant, Death, Is strict in his arrest.

a wild dedication of yourselves To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.

The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming morn as much as we this night over-watch'd.

O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.