How ready is heaven to those that pray!
I would rather have a plain down-right wisdom than a foolish and affected eloquence.
Were Guilt is, Rage and Courage doth abound.
A new disease? I know not, new or old, but it may well be called poor mortals plague for, like a pestilence, it doth infect the houses of the brain till not a thought, or motion, in the mind, be free from the black poison of suspect.
Soul of the age! The applause! delight! The wonder of our stage!
The day For whose returns, and many, all these pray; And so do I.