Thoughts! what are they? They are my constant friends, who, when harsh fate its dull brow bends, uncloud me with a smiling… — Thomas Flatman Copy Share Image
Sit the comedy out, and that done, when the Play's at an end, let the Curtain fall down. — Thomas Flatman Copy Share Image
Thoughts! what are they? They are my constant friends, who, when harsh fate its dull brow bends, uncloud me with a smiling ray, and… — Thomas Flatman Copy Share Image
How happy a thing were a wedding, And a bedding, If a man might purchase a wife For a twelvemonth and a day — Thomas Flatman Copy Share Image
