Beaumont and Fletcher Quotes

A soul as white as Heaven.

All your better deeds
Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.

There is a method in man's wickedness— It grows up by degrees.

Philaster: Oh, but thou dost not know
What 'tis to die.
Bellario: Yes, I do know, my lord:
'Tis Less than to be born, a lasting sleep;
A quiet resting from all jealousy
A thing we all pursue; I know, besides,
'Tis but a giving over of a game
That must be lost.

Thou will scarce be a man before thy mother.

I find the medicine worse than the malady.

You are no better than you should be.

It is always good When a man has two irons in the fire.

Nature too unkind;
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!

But they that are above
Have ends in everything.

Calamity is man's true touchstone.

As cold as cucumbers.

It would talk,— Lord! how it talked!

My dancing days are done.

But is there nothing else,
That we may do but only walk? Methinks,
Brothers and sisters lawfully may kiss.