Quotes from Cyril Tourneur

I shine in tears like the sun in April.

Most women have small waists the world throughout, But their desires are thousand miles about.

Joy is a subtle elf; I think one's happiest when he forgets himself.

Does the silkworm expend her yellow laborsFor thee? For thee does she undo herself?Are lordships sold to maintain ladyships,For the poor benefit of a bewildering minute?

Joy's a subtle elf; I think man's happiest when he forgets himself.

When the bad bleeds, then is the tragedy good.

Surely we are all mad people, and they Whom we think are, are not;

Joy's a subtil elf. I think man's happiest when he forgets himself.