Date: 1603
"There's something in his soul / O'er which his melancholy sits on brood, / And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose / Will be some danger."
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Date: 1603
"O wretched state, O bosom black as death, / O limèd soul that, struggling to be free, / Art more engaged!"
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Date: 1603
"Haste, haste me to know it, that with wings as swift / As meditation or the thoughts of love / May sweep to my revenge."
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Date: 1603
"Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your / dull ass will not mend his pace with beating."
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