More from Philip Massinger

  1. Some undone widow sits upon mine arm, And takes away the use of it; and my sword, Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears, Will no…
  2. This many-headed monster, The giddy multitude.
  3. Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.
  4. Grim death.
  5. The good needs fear no law, It is his safety and the bad man's awe.
  6. Like a rough orator, that brings more truth Than rhetoric, to make good his accusation.

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