She was burning the midnight oil to finish her part of the project.

Not tarrying long enough in the brain to be subject to reflection, the next sensations, of course, obliterate them.

It is not crass populism or majoritanianism that ratifies the legitimacy of the polity or the administration.

[Lady Mary] Wroth alludes to these contexts as the corona of sonnets that crowns the sequence opens: In this strang labourinth how shall I turne? (Wroth, Poems 127).