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What a strange creature is a laughing fool, As if a man were created to no use But only to show his teeth.John Webster
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Princes give rewards with their own hands, But death or punishment by the hands of other.John Webster
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O that I were a man, or that I had power To execute my apprehended wishes! I would whip some with scorpions.John Webster
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Take it for words. O woman’s poor revenge, Which dwells but in the tongue!John Webster
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Through darkness diamonds spread their richest light.John Webster
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Oft gay and honoured robes those tortures try: We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry.John Webster
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Fortune’s a right whore: If she give aught, she deals it in small parcels, That she may take away all at one swoop.John Webster
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As in this world there are degrees of evils, So in this world there are degrees of devils.John Webster
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You know what whore is. Next the devil adultery, Enters the devil murder.John Webster
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O me, this place is hell.John Webster
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Whether I resolve to fire, earth, water, air, Or all the elements by scruples, I know not, Nor greatly care. - Shoot. Shoot! Of all deaths, the violent death is best; For from ourselves it steals ourselves so fast, The pain, once apprehended, is quite past.John Webster
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Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river, For that some melancholic distracted man Hath drowned himself in’t.John Webster
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Lovers die inward that their flames conceal.John Webster