Book 4 / Act 22 — ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS:
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A common age once, when he married her; now she had grown old Critical in their first glance at a prima donna Forgetfulness is like a closing sea He is inexorable, being the guilty one of the two Her singing struck a note of grateful remembered delight It rarely astonishes our ears. It illumines our souls Madness that sane men enamoured can be struck by Obedience oils necessity Our life is but a little holding, lent To do a mighty labour Simple obstinacy of will sustained her The devil trusts nobody Was born on a hired bed