Best 5 quotes of Cyril Tourneur on MyQuotes

A drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'em, To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em.

I shine in tears like the sun in April.

Joy's a subtle elf, I think man's happiest when he forgets himself.

Most women have small waists the world throughout, But their desires are thousand miles about.

Since, by your greatness, you Are nearer heaven in place; be nearer it In goodness: rich men should transcend the poor, As clouds the earth; rais'd by the comfort of The sun, to water dry and barren grounds.