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.
Queen of Corinth, Act IV, scene 1. Not in original folio. Said to be spurious.
Corruption is a tree, whose branches are Of an immeasurable length: they spread Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.John Fletcher
Man is his own star, and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light.John Fletcher