“Come, we burn daylight, ho!”
“Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mireOf this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'stUp to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!”
“We burn daylight.”
“Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.”
“We are lucky, even the worst of us, for daylight comes.”
“As it was, he surfed his way towards daylight on a couch infested with cigarette burns and drunken dreams.”