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 Thomas Kyd - “My son - and what's a song A thing begot within a pair of minutes, thereabout, a lump bred up in darkness.”
 Thomas Kyd - “In time the savage bull sustains the yoke, In time all haggard hawks will stoop to lure. In time small wedges cleave the hardest oak, In time the flint is pierced with softest shower.”
 Thomas Kyd - “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 - “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”