Thomas Heywood Quotes

• The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage Which God and Nature do with actors fill.
• Her that ruled the rost in the kitchen.
• I hold he loves me best that calls me Tom.
• Seven cities warred for Homer being dead, Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head. 2
• Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day! With night we banish sorrow. Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft To give my Love good-morrow! Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from the lark I'll borrow: Bird, prune thy wing! nightingale, sing!

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