Only a little more / I have to write, / Then I'll give o'er, / And bid the world good-night.

[Television] has created a nation of news junkies who tune in every night to get their fix on the world.

And I feel like a real Dad when I read to her at night. She won't sleep without one story, at least.

It was a good apple too. A good apple, picked by a madman on a full moon night.

Welcome maids of honour, / You do bring / In the Spring; / And wait upon her.

The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.