Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but I think now 't is not to be found.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2.
The rational hind Costard.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2.
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Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2.
A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;