What Is The City But The People?

We Are Time's Subjects, And Time Bids Be Gone.

If The Boy Have Not A Woman's Gift To Rain A Shower Of Commanded Tears, An Onion Will Do Well For Such A Shift.

Say As You Think And Speak It From Your Souls.

My Hands Are Of Your Color, But I Shame To Wear A Heart So White.

This Act Is An Ancient Tale New Told; And, In The Last Repeating, Troublesome, Being Urged At A Time Unseasonable.