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I am, gay creature,
With pardon of your deities, a mushroom
On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.

— John Ford The Broken Heart (1625)

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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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