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Perfect in bliss she from her heav’nly home 

Looks down, and smiling beckons you to come; 

Why then, fond parents, why these fruitless groans? 

Restrain your tears, and cease your plaintive moans. 

Freed from a world of sin, and snares, and pain, 

Why would you wish your daughter back again?

Phillis Wheatley, On the Death of a Young Lady of Five Years of Age, lines 21-26

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and ’tis most evident and plain, that simple nature is the most harmless, inoffensive and virtuous mistress. ’Tis she alone, if she were permitted, that better instructs the world than all the inventions of man; religion would here but destroy that tranquillity they possess by ignorance, and laws would but teach them to know offence

Aphra Behn, Oroonoko, 1236

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Yet, I hope, the reputation of my pen is considerable enough to make his glorious name to survive to all ages, with that of the brave, the beautiful, and the constant Imoinda.

Aphra Behn, Oroonoko, 1269

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Thee I have missed, and thought it long, deprived 

Thy presence; agony of love till now 

Not felt, nor shall be twice; for never more 

Mean I to try, what rash untried I sought, 

The pain of absence from thy sight.

Paradise Lost, Book 9, lines 857-61

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Now conscience wakes despair, 

That slumbered; wakes the bitter memory 

Of what he was, what is, and what must be

Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue.

Paradise Lost, Book 4, lines 23-26

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The world was all before them, where to choose 

Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. 

They, hand in hand, with wand’ring steps and slow, 

Through Eden took their solitary way.

Paradise Lost, Book 12, lines 646-49

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I started back, 

It started back; but pleased I soon returned, 

Pleased it returned as soon with answering looks 

Of sympathy and love

Paradise Lost, Book 4, lines 462-65

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Ferdinand: There is a kind of pity in mine eye;

I'll give it to my handkercher; and now 'tis here,

I'll bequeath this to her bastard.

Cardinal: What to do?

Ferdinand: Why, to make soft lint for his mother's wounds,

When I have hewed her to pieces.

The Duchess of Malfi, Act 2, Scene 5, lines 27-31

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He howled fearfully,

Said he was a wolf—only the difference

Was, a wolf's skin was hairy on the outside,

His on the inside

The Duchess of Malfi, Act 5, Scene 2, lines 15-18

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Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust,

Like diamonds, we are cut with our own dust.

The Duchess of Malfi, Act 5, Scene 5, lines 70-71

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Call us what you will, we are made such by love; / Call her one, me another fly, / We’re tapers too, and at our own cost die

John Donne, The Canonization, lines 19-21

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Benedick: And I pray thee now tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?

Beatrice: For them all together, which maintained so politic a state of evil that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them. But for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me? 

Much Ado About Nothing, Act 5, Scene 2, lines 57-62

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Claudio: Another Hero!

Hero: Nothing certianer. One Hero died defiled; but I do live, and surely as I live, I am a maid.

Pedro: The former Hero! Hero that is dead!

Leonato: She died, my lord, but whiles her slander lived.

Much Ado About Nothing, Act 5, Scene 5, lines 62-66

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O that I were a man for his sake! or that I had any friends would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into curtsies, valor into complement, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too. He is now as valiant as Hercules that only tells a lie, and swears it. I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving. 

Much Ado About Nothing, Act 4, Scene 1, lines 315-321

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Hero: God give me joy to wear it! for my heart is exceeding heavy.

Margaret: ‘Twill be heavier soon by the weight of a man.

Much Ado About Nothing, Act 3, Scene 4, lines 23-26

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Conrad: Is it possible that any villainy should be so dear?

Borachio: Thou shouldst rather ask if it were possible any villany should be so rich, for when rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will. 

Much Ado About Nothing, Act 3, Scene 3, lines 110-15