What a Devil is the Plot good for, but to bring in fine things?
O! what a prodigal have I been of that most valuable of all possessions Time!
A mans fame and hayre grow most after death, and are both equally uselesse.
Our Poets make us laugh at Tragœdy, And with their Comoedies they make us cry.
For all true love is grounded on esteem.
We recognised that just putting more flights and more passengers into the skies over southeast England wasn't worth the environmental costs we-re paying.