Tell us, pray, what devil This melancholy is, which can transform Men into monsters.
John Ford (1586 - 1640)
Source: The Lady’s Trial
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Source: ‘Tis Pity She’s a Whore
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.
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