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141. Those men are fools

First Line:
Those men are fools
Last Line:
That make their eyes their choosers not their needs
Author:
Francis Beaumont (Absolute) & John Fletcher (Absolute)
DMI number:
16811

142. Thou I want a name

First Line:
Thou I want a name
Last Line:
To speak thee to the height
Author:
Philip Massinger (Absolute) & John Fletcher (Absolute)
DMI number:
21500

143. Thou never meanst then

First Line:
Thou never meanst then
Last Line:
Another man's cook dresses my diet neatest
Author:
John Fletcher (Absolute)
DMI number:
13420

144. Though I am tame and bred up with my wrongs

First Line:
Though I am tame and bred up with my wrongs
Last Line:
And do an outrage
Author:
Francis Beaumont (Absolute) & John Fletcher (Absolute)
DMI number:
15746

145. Though I have lost my fortune and lost you

First Line:
Though I have lost my fortune and lost you
Last Line:
To wind me up into a full content
Author:
John Fletcher (Absolute)
DMI number:
13386

146. Thy injuries would teach patience to blaspheme

First Line:
Thy injuries would teach patience to blaspheme
Last Line:
Yet still thou art a dove
Author:
Philip Massinger (Absolute) & John Fletcher (Absolute)
DMI number:
20008

147. Thy lust is more insatiate than the grave

First Line:
Thy lust is more insatiate than the grave
Last Line:
To murder all that's chaste or good in woman
Author:
Philip Massinger (Absolute) & Nathan Field (Absolute) & John Fletcher (Absolute)
DMI number:
19769

148. Tis methinks a strange dearth of enemies

First Line:
Tis methinks a strange dearth of enemies
Last Line:
When we seek foes among ourselves
Author:
John Fletcher (Absolute)
DMI number:
14574

149. Tis mirth that fills the veins with blood

First Line:
Tis mirth that fills the veins with blood
Last Line:
The more he laughs the more he may
Author:
Francis Beaumont (Absolute)
DMI number:
16544

150. Tis necessity | To which the gods must yield and I obey

First Line:
Tis necessity | To which the gods must yield and I obey
Last Line:
Till I redeem it by some glorious way
Author:
Philip Massinger (Absolute) & John Fletcher (Absolute)
DMI number:
16810