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There is a place,
List, daughter! in a black and hollow vault,
Where day is never seen; there shines no sun,
But flaming horror of consuming fires;
A lightless sulphur, choked with smoky fogs
Of an infected darkness; in this place
Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts
Of never-dying deaths.

— John Ford Tis Pity She's a Whore (1629)

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Love is the tyrant of the heart; it darkens
Reason, confounds discretion; deaf to Counsel
It runs a headlong course to desperate madness.

The Lover's Melancholy (1628)

Tell us, pray, what devil
This melancholy is, which can transform
Men into monsters.

The Lover's Melancholy (1628)

Let them fear bondage who are slaves to fear;
The sweetest freedom is an honest heart.

The Lady's Trial (1638)

Her words are trusty heralds to her mind.

Melancholy
Is not, as you conceive, indisposition
Of body, but the mind's disease.

The Lover's Melancholy (1628)

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