Necessity may be the mother of lucrative invention, but it is the…

Love is a pleasing, but a various clime!

Pun-provoking thyme.

A little bench of heedless bishops here, And there a chancellor in embryo.

Oft has good-nature been the fool's defence, And honest meaning gilded want of sense.

Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblem right meet of decency does yield.

I trimm'd my lamp, consumed the midnight oil.