Beaumont and Fletcher Quotes

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

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.

Of every noble action the intent
Is to give worth reward, vice punishment.

Beggars must be no choosers.

But they that are above
Have ends in everything.

After supper walk a mile.

It shew'd discretion, the best part of valor.

What's one man's poison, signor,
Is another's meat or drink.

You are no better than you should be.

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

Silken rest
Tie all thy cares up!

I care not two-pence.

Then, my good girls, be more than women, wise:
At least be more than I was; and be sure
You credit anything the light gives life to
Before a man.

As cold as cucumbers.

It would talk,— Lord! how it talked!