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• T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden,--the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.
  -- John Webster (c. 1580-1625) -- The White Devil, Act i, Sc. 2...
• Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men.
  -- John Webster (c. 1580-1625) -- The White Devil, Act v, Sc. 2...
• Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river For that some melancholic, distracted man Hath drown'd himself in 't.
  -- John Webster (c. 1580-1625) -- The White Devil, Act iii, Sc. 2...
• Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,--but not for love.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act iv, Sc. 1...
• I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exit.
  -- John Webster (c. 1580-1625) -- Duchess of Malfi, Act iv, Sc. 2...
• 'T is neither here nor there. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc. 3
• Neither rhyme nor reason. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act iii, Sc. 2
• There 's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc. 2...
• I saw him now going the way of all flesh. -- John Webster (c.
  1580-1625) -- Westward Hoe, Act ii, Sc. 2...