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Most women have small waists the world throughout, But their desires are thousand miles about.
Cyril Tourneur -
A drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'em,To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em.
Cyril Tourneur
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Joy's a subtle elf, I think man's happiest when he forgets himself.
Cyril Tourneur -
I shine in tears like the sun in April.
Cyril Tourneur -
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.
Cyril Tourneur -
When the bad bleeds, then is the tragedy good.
Cyril Tourneur