Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2.

I saw him now going the way of all flesh.

Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Footnotes

[180:3] Death hath so many doors to let out life.—Beaumont and Fletcher: The Customs of the Country, act ii. sc. 2.

[180:4] See Davies, page [176].

[181:1] The mountains, too, at a distance appear airy masses and smooth, but when beheld close they are rough.—Diogenes Laertius: Pyrrho.

Love is like a landscape which doth stand

Smooth at a distance, rough at hand.

Robert Hegge: On Love.