Lord, what fools these mortals be. >>
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. >>
Fear no more the heat o the sun, nor the furious winter's rages. Thou >>
Cares are often more difficult to throw off than sorrows; the latter d >>
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasur >>
Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes >>
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.