I just finished working on The Libertine with a group called The Playhouse Creatures. And hearing the script spoken every night this one particular phrase stuck in my brain.
And from the dregs of life, think to receive,
What the first sprightly running could not give.
I'm tired of waiting for this chemic gold,
Which fools us young and beggars us when old.
- by Dryden, spoken by Rochester.
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