You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow and be merry. Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on, And these fresh nymphs encounter every one In country footing.

If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work; And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.

Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in holiday humor and like enough to consent.

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

I personally gave up the Absolute . . . I fully believe in taking moral holidays.

Everything is done with Milan, and all that is missing is my signature. When I return from my holidays, I will do what is left. I am happy and I wanted to stay. There is a financial cost that has come with it.