Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go.

For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.

O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)

Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her!

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

Men from children nothing differ.