Date: 1594, 1623
"They know their master loves to be aloft, / And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch."
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Date: 1594, 1623
"My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind / That mounts no higher than a bird can soar."
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Date: 1594, 1623
"Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts / Beat on [bate on?] a crown, the treasure of thy heart"
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Date: 1594, 1623
"My brain, more busy than the labouring spider, / Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies."
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Date: 1594, 1623
"I fear me you but warm the starvèd snake, / Who, cherished in your breasts, will sting your hearts."
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Date: 1594, 1623
"Comb down his hair -- look, look: it stands upright, / Like lime twigs set to catch my wingèd soul."
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