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• Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves.
  -- John Fletcher (1576-1625) -- The Nice Valour, Act iii, Sc. 3...
• It shew'd discretion, the best part of valour. -- Beaumont and Fletcher -- A King and No King, Act iv, Sc.
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• He went away with a flea in 's ear. -- John Fletcher (1576-1625) -- Love's Cure, Act iii, Sc. 3
• Naught so sweet as melancholy.
  -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- Anatomy of Melancholy, The Author's Abstrac...
• Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone
  Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again....
• O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
  -- John Fletcher (1576-1625) -- Monsieur Thomas, Act iii, Sc. 1...
• Deeds, not words. -- John Fletcher (1576-1625) -- The Lover's Progress, Act iii, Sc. 4
• I find the medicine worse than the malady. -- John Fletcher (1576-1625) -- Love's Cure, Act iii, Sc.
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• He is only fantastical that is not in fashion. -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part iii, Sect.
  2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3...