John Fletcher Quotes

O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood
The earth when it is sick, and curest the world
O' the pleurisy of people.

That place that does contain
My books, the best companions, is to me
A glorious court, where hourly I converse
With the old sages and philosophers;
And sometimes, for variety, I confer
With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels.

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

Sing a song of sixpence.

One good turn deserves another.

Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
What an inviting hell invented.

That soul that can
Be honest is the only perfect man.

Something given that way.

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

Let's meet and either do or die.

He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts.

Welcome folded arms, fixed eyes, a sigh that piercing mortifies; A look that's fastened to the ground, a tongue chained up without a sound.

There's nothing that allays an angry mind
So soon as a sweet beauty.

As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell.

Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.