John Fletcher Quotes

Three merry boys, and three merry boys, And three merry boys are we,
As ever did sing in a hempen string Under the gallow-tree.

Great things thro' greatest hazards are achiev'd,
And then they shine.

Of all the paths lead to a woman's love
Pity's the straightest.

Let the world slide.

There is no jesting with edge tools.

As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell.

This is a pretty flimflam.

Deeds, not words shall speak me.

Though I say't that should not say't.

I'll put that in my considering cap.

Man is his own star, and the soul that can
Render an honest and a perfect man
Commands all light, all influence, all fate.
Nothing to him falls early, or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

Drink today, and drown all sorrow;
You shall perhaps not do't tomorrow.

Go far—too far you cannot, still the farther
The more experience finds you: And go sparing;—
One meal a week will serve you, and one suit,
Through all your travels; for you'll find it certain,
The poorer and the baser you appear,
The more you look through still.

First come, first served.

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are
Of an immeasurable length: they spread
Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence
Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.