What Is The City But The People?

A Man Cannot Make Him Laugh - But That's No Marvel; He Drinks No Wine.

Whose Heart The Accustom'd Sight Of Death Makes Hard.

She Lov'd Me For The Dangers I Had Pass'd, And I Lov'd Her That She Did Pity Them

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run, That Our Devices Still Are Overthrown; Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own.

A Pox O’ Your Throat, You Bawling, Blasphemous, Incharitable Dog!