Thomas Heywood

"With this kiss I wed thee once again."

"The world’s a theatre, the earth a stage Which God and Nature do with actors fill."

"Her that ruled the rost in the kitchen."

"I hold he loves me best that calls me Tom."

"Seven cities warred for Homer being dead, Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head."

"Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day! With night we banish sorrow. Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft To give my Love good-morrow! Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from the lark I'll borrow: Bird, prune thy wing! nightingale, sing!"