Quotes from Thomas Heywood

That Time could turn up his swift sandy glass, To untell the days.

Then marriage may be said to be past in all quietnesse, when the wife is blind, and the husband deafe.

Seven cities warr'd for Homer being dead,Who living had no roof to shroud his head.

Pack clouds away, and welcome day,With night we banish sorrow.

O God! O God! that it were possibleTo undo things done; to call back yesterday!That Time could turn up his swift sandy glass,To untell the days, and to redeem these hours.

I will walk on eggs.

Death when to death a death by death hath given Then shall be op't the long shut gates of heaven. [Mors, mortis morti mortem nisi morte dedisset (dedisses).]