Thomas Heywood quotes

Seven cities warred for Homer being dead, Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head. (Thomas Heywood)
The world's a theatre, the earth a stage Which God and Nature do with actors fill. View quote
Thomas Heywood
I hold he loves me best that calls me Tom. View quote
Thomas Heywood
Her that ruled the rost in the kitchen. View quote
Thomas Heywood
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! View quote
Thomas Heywood
With this kiss I wed thee once again. View quote
Thomas Heywood