Kiss me, Kate, we shall be married o'Sunday

These blessed candles of the night.

The king's name is a tower of strength.

Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sell eternity to get a toy? For one grape who will the vine destroy?

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.

Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum! Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, revel the night, rob, murder, and commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways?

A man can die but once.