Why, I hold fate Clasp'd in my fist, and could command the course Of time's eternal motion, hadst thou been One thought more steady than an ebbing sea.
John Ford (1586 - 1640)
Source: ‘Tis Pity She’s a Whore
Contributed by: Zaady
I have not thoughts Enough to think.
Source: The Broken Heart
He hath shook hands with time.
Diamond cut diamond.
Source: The Lover's Melancholy. Act i. Sc. 1.
Tempt not the stars, young man, thou canst not play With the severity of fate.
Tell us, pray, what devil This melancholy is, which can transform Men into monsters.
Source: The Lady’s Trial
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