Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs.
- Thomas Kyd
Death, Tears, Fraught, Lively
My son - and what's a song? A thing begot within a pair of minutes, thereabout, a lump bred up in darkness.
- Thomas Kyd
Song, Within, Bred, Lump
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