Cyril Tourneur Quotes

A drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'em, To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em.

When the bad bleeds, then is the tragedy good.

Most women have small waists the world throughout, But their desires are thousand miles about.

I shine in tears like the sun in April.

Joy's a subtle elf, I think man's happiest when he forgets himself.

Since, by your greatness, you Are nearer heaven in place; be nearer it In goodness: rich men should transcend the poor, As clouds the earth; rais'd by the comfort of The sun, to water dry and barren grounds.