Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a thousand salads ere we light on such another herb.

“Have not we affections and desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?”

“Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death.”

“This is in thee a nature but infected;A poor unmanly melancholy sprungFrom chan…”

“Life's an Unceartian Voyage”