For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.

“Sound drums and trumpets! Farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our las…”

“Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,Such shaping fantasies, that appreh…”

“One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.”

“Swift as shadow, short as any dream”