Is This The Generation Of Love? Hot

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!

As He Was Valiant, I Honour Him. But As He Was Ambitious, I Slew Him.

Tut, Man, One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning; One Pain Is Less'ned By Another's Anguish; Turn Giddy, And Be Holp By Backward Turning; One Desperate Grief Cures With Another's Languish.

Though It Make The Unskillful Laugh, Cannot But Make The Judicious Grieve.

The Blood Of Youth Burns Not With Such Excess As Gravity's Revolt To Wantonness.