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John Webster
I saw him...
I saw him even now going the way of all flesh, that is to say towards the kitchen.
My soul, like...
My soul, like to a ship in a black storm,
Is driven, I know not whither.
Source:...
Man may his...
Man may his fate foresee, but not prevent. . . . 'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.
Glories like glow-worms,...
Glories like glow-worms, afar off shine bright,
But looked to near, have neither heat nor...
When I go...
When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst...
I saw him...
I saw him even now going the way of all flesh, that is to say towards the kitchen.
My soul, like...
My soul, like to a ship in a black storm,
Is driven, I know not whither.
Source:...
Man may his...
Man may his fate foresee, but not prevent. . . . 'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.
Glories like glow-worms,...
Glories like glow-worms, afar off shine bright,
But looked to near, have neither heat nor...
When I go...
When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst...