"Outflowing" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... awhile to beare away my joy, Which now is vanisht since his life is fled; And give me leave to wash his deadly wound With hartie teares, outflowing from those eyes Which lov'd his sight, more then the sight of heaven. Forgive me God for this idolatrie! Thou ugly monster, grim imperious death, Thou raw-bonde lumpe of foule deformitie, Reguardlesse instrument ...
— A Collection Of Old English Plays, Vol. IV. • Editor: A.H. Bullen |
