Seven cities warred for Homer, being dead, Who, living, had no roof to shroud his head.
Nothing is impossible to the willing heart.
Content's a kingdom, and I wear that crown.
That Time could turn up his swift sandy glass, To untell the days.
Death when to death a death by death hath given Then shall be op't the long shut gates of heaven. [Mors, mortis morti mortem nisi morte dedisset (dedisses).]
Then marriage may be said to be past in all quietnesse, when the wife is blind, and the husband deafe.
The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage, Which God and Nature do with actors fill.