By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
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- Don’t trust the person who has broken faith once.
- Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
- The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.
- I am bewitched with the rogue’s company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I’ll be hanged.
- The miserable have no other medicine but only hope.
- When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste. Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow) For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night, and weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe, and moan the expense of many a vanished sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, and heavily from woe to woe tell over the sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, all losses are restored and sorrows end.