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Duly twice a morning
Would I be sprinkling it with fountain-water.
At last it grew, and grew, and bore, and bore,
Till at the length
It grew a gallows, and did bear our son,
It bore thy fruit and mine: O wicked, wicked plant.

— Thomas Kyd Misattributed

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Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears;
Oh life, no life, but lively form of death;
Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs,
Confused and filled with murder and misdeeds.

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Dost thou think to live till his old doublet will make thee a new truss?

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For what's a play without a woman in it?

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What outcries pluck me from my naked bed
And chill my throbbing heart with trembling fear.

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Where words prevail not, violence prevails
But gold doth more than either of them both.

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