Better three hours too soon, than one hour to late.
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching!
Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colored taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.
The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75
Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.