Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.

“And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,In corporal sufferance finds a pang as …”

“The sands are number'd that make up my life.”

“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary w…”

“Tis ten to one this play can never pleaseAll that are here. Some come to take t…”