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Sovereign of beauty, like the spray she grows;
Compass'd she is with thorns and canker'd bower.
Yet, were she willing to be pluck'd and worn,
She would be gather'd, though she grew on thorn.

— Robert Greene Pandosto (1588)

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Ah Franion, treason is loved of many, but the traitor hated of all: unjust offences may for a time escape without danger, but never without revenge.

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A noble mind disdains to hide his head,
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My God commands, whose power no power resists.

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Men when they lust can many fancies feign.

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