And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

The Mourning Bride. Act v. Sc. 12.

If there 's delight in love, 't is when I see

That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.

The Way of the World. Act iii. Sc. 12.

Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first magnitude.

Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 5.

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.[294:3]

Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 7.

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