John Webster - 1 - The Duchess of Malfi - bbc 2021

“What's this flesh? A little cruded milk
Fantastical puff-paste. Our bodies are weaker than those
Paper prisons boys use to keep flies in; more contemptible,
Since our is to preserve earth-worms. Didst thou ever seen
A lark in a cage? Such is the soul in the body: this world
Is like her little turf of grass, and the heaven o'er our heads
Like her looking-glass, only gives us a miserable knowledge
Of the small compass of our prison.”

“for places in the court are but like beds in the hospital, where this man's head lies at that man's foot, and so lower and lower.”

The play's considerable poetic quality belies its reputation as the great Jacobean 'horror movie'. Kindly seed.