1173  We are stripped bare by the curse of plenty.
720  The common curse of mankind,-folly and ignorance.
733  That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,- Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
718  O curse of marriage, that we can call these delicate creatures ours, and not their appetites.
695  The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!