The object of Art is to give life a shape.
Full of wise saws and modern instances.
To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.
Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.
We have seen better days.
We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.