Robert Galbraith

blood and vengeance the scene, death the story, a sword imbrued with blood, the pen that writes, and the poet a terrible buskined tragical fellow, with a wreath about his head of burning match instead of bays.

The Noble Spanish Soldier Thomas Dekker

There’s nothing of so infinite vexation
As man’s own thoughts.
John Webster, The White Devil

I took the book and so the old man vanished.

John Lyly, Endymion: or, the Man in the Moon

Women, in his experience, often expected you to understand that it was a measure of how much they loved you that they tried their damnedest to change you.

She emanated that aura of grandeur that replaces sexual allure in the successful older woman.

Wherefore I should be thus neglected.

John Webster, The Duchess of Malfi

For this I find, where jealousy is fed,
Horns in the mind are worse than on the head.
Ben Jonson, Every Man in His Humour

… I to you will open
The book of a black sin, deep printed in me.
… my disease lies in my soul.
Thomas Dekker, The Noble Spanish Soldier

it was not always the wife when a husband was killed, even if the man had been feckless, unreliable and unfaithful.

For my part, I do not think she hath a soul so black
To act a deed so bloody.

John Webster, The White Devil