She dreams of him that has forgot her love;
You dote on her that cares not for your love.
'Tis pity love should be so contrary;
And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!

“Tis in ourselves that we are thusor thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the wh…”

“If it be true that good wine needs no bush,'tis true that a good play needs no …”

“I will play the swan. And die in music.”

“Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? O that deceit should…”