Though all the winds at once strove there for empire.[156]
Or, again, in the same play:
How coldly you receive it! I expected
The mere relation of so great a blessing,
Borne proudly on the wings of sweet revenge,
Would have call'd on a sacrifice of thanks.[157]
Or, again, in A New Way:
Overreach. The garments of her widowhood laid by,
She now appears as glorious as the spring.[158]
Or in The Roman Actor: