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• From the crown of our head to the sole of our foot.
  -- Thomas Middleton (1580-1627) -- A Mad World, my Masters, Act i, Sc. 3...
• That disease Of which all old men sicken,--avarice.
  -- Thomas Middleton (1580-1627) -- The Roaring Girl, Act i, Sc. 1...
• Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.
  -- Thomas Middleton (1580-1627) -- The Witch, Act v, Sc. 2...
• Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray, Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.
  -- Thomas Middleton (1580-1627) -- The Witch, Act v, Sc. 2...
• As old Chaucer was wont to say, that broad famous English poet.
  -- Thomas Middleton (1580-1627) -- More Dissemblers besides Women, Act i, Sc. 4...
• As the case stands. -- Thomas Middleton (1580-1627) -- The Old Law, Act ii, Sc. 1
• On his last legs. -- Thomas Middleton (1580-1627) -- The Old Law, Act v, Sc. 1
• T is a stinger. -- Thomas Middleton (1580-1627) -- More Dissemblers besides Women, Act iii, Sc.
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• A little too wise, they say, do ne'er live long. -- Thomas Middleton (1580-1627) -- The Phoenix, Act i, Sc.
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