What should such fellows as I do crawling between heaven and earth?
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds that sees into the bottom of my grief?
He that drinks all night, and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleep the sounder all the next day.
As merry as the day is long.
I am glad I was up so late, for that's the reason I was up so early.