To go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes
If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.
A very honest woman but something given to lie
Well, honor is the subject of my story.
How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry.
Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King.