Beaumont and Fletcher Quotes

Thou will scarce be a man before thy mother.

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

He shall have chariots easier than air,
That I will have invented;... And thyself,
That art the messenger, shalt ride before him
On a horse cut out of an entire diamond.
That shall be made to go with golden wheels,
I know not how yet.

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.

The devil take the hindmost!

Hit the nail on the head.

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.

It would talk,— Lord! how it talked!

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

He went away with a flea in 's ear.

A soul as white as Heaven.

'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.

To have been happy, madame, adds to calamity.

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

Kiss till the cow comes home.