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Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus.
Now I am dead,
Now I am fled,
My soul is in the sky.
Tongue, lose thy light.
Moon take thy flight.
Now die, die, die, die.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Yet should there hover in their restless heads
One thought, one grace, one wonder at the least,
Which into words no virtue can digest.
Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great
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A little more than kin, a little less than kind.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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Love is not full of pity (as men say)/ But deaf and cruel where he means to prey. (Hero and Leander, 771–72)
----Christopher Marlowe, Hero and Leander
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