Fancy can save or kill; it hath clos'd up Wounds when the balsam could not, and without The aid of salves:--to think hath been a cure. For witchcraft then, that's all done by the force Of mere imagination. — William Cartwright Copy Share Image
Those who are the hardest for me to love are probably those who need my love the most. — William Cartwright Copy Share Image
Fancy can save or kill; it hath clos'd up Wounds when the balsam could not, and without The aid of salves:--to think hath been… — William Cartwright Copy Share Image
Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone; He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and… — William Cartwright Copy Share Image
Love makes those young whom age doth chill, and whom he finds young keeps young still. — William Cartwright Copy Share Image
Love makes those young whom age doth chill, And whom he finds young, keeps still. — William Cartwright Copy Share Image
There are two births: the one when light, First strikes the new awakened sense; The other when two souls unite, And we must count… — William Cartwright Copy Share Image
Brave spirits are a balsam to themselves, There is a nobleness of mind that heals Wounds beyond salves. — William Cartwright Copy Share Image
