What Is The City But The People?

We Must Take The Current When It Serves, Or Lose Our Ventures.

Things Without All Remedy Should Be Without Regard: What's Done Is Done.

See How She Leans Her Cheek Upon Her Hand. O, That I Were A Glove Upon That Hand That I Might Touch That Cheek!

What Is More Miserable Than Discontent?

Let Me Be Boiled To Death With Melancholy.