“We burn daylight.”

“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!”

“One fire burns out another's burning,One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.”

“The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.”

“It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in't.”

“Double, double, toil and trouble;Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!”