Quotes from Richard Edwards

Oh, I can't talk to you the way I've wanted to; I've been tellin' lies but I'll tell you the truth. Darling, I'm tired and I should be leaving, leaving. You know I'm tired and I should be leaving, leaving tonight.

Where gripping griefs the heart would wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, There music with her silver sound With speed is wont to send redress: Of troubled minds, in every sore, Sweet music hath a salve in store.