Phineas Fletcher Quotes

Love’s tongue is in the eyes.

The coward’s weapon, poison.

Love is like linen; often changed, the sweeter.

His little son into his bosom creeps,
The lively picture of his father’s face.

Poorly (poor man) he lived; poorly (poor man) he died.

Drop, drop, slow tears,
And bathe those beauteous feet,
Which brought from Heaven
The news and Prince of Peace.

In your deep floods
Drown all my faults and fears;
Not let His eye
See sin, but through my tears.