The Fashion Of The World Is To

How Many Ages Hence Shall This Our Lofty Scene Be Acted Over In States Unborn And Accents Yet Unknown!

On Pain Of Death, No Person Be So Bold.

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness.

Keep Time! How Sour Sweet Music Is When Time Is Broke And No Proportion Kept! So Is It In The Music Of Men's Lives. I Wasted Time And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

One Pain Is Lessened By Another's Anguish.