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The flower that I would pluck
And put between my breasts, O, then but beginning
To swell about the blossom—she would long
Till she had such another, and commit it
To the like innocent cradle, where, phœnix-like,
They died in perfume.

— John Fletcher

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Then, everlasting Love, restrain thy will;
'Tis god-like to have power, but not to kill.

Man is his own star, and that soul that can
Be honest is the only perfect man.

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'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.

The Elder Brother (1625)

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are
Of an immeasurable length: they spread
Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence
Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.

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