To Go To Bed After Midnight Is

What Is Past Is Prologue.

Ignorance Is The Curse Of God; Knowledge Is The Wing Wherewith We Fly To Heaven.

Gratiano Speaks An Infinite Deal Of Nothing, More Than Any Man In All Venice. His Reasons Are As Two Grains Of Wheat Hid In Two Bushels Of Chaff: You Shall Seek All Day Ere You Find Them, And When You Have Them, They Are Not Worth The Search.

Her Blood Is Settled, And Her Joints Are Stiff; Life And These Lips Have Long Been Separated: Death Lies On Her Like An Untimely Frost Upon The Sweetest Flower Of All The Field.

What The Great Ones Do, The Less Will Prattle Of