John Fletcher Quotes

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.

Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears!
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.

I'll put a spoke among your wheels.

First come, first served.

From the crown of our head to the sole of our foot.

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

All things that are
Made for our general uses are at war,—
Even we among ourselves.

This is a gimcrack
That can get nothing but new fashions on you.

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

There is no jesting with edge tools.

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

Speak boldly, and speak truly, shame the devil.

Fountain heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves.

Charity and treating begin at home.

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.