Thomas Middleton Quotes

Beat all your feathers as flat down as pancakes.

He who loves the law dies either mad or poor.

Wilt make haste to give up thy verdict because thou wilt not lose thy dinner.

Turn over a new leaf.

That disease
Of which all old men sicken,—avarice.

Like pearl
Dropt from the opening eyelids of the morn
Upon the bashful rose.

The worst comes to the worst.

Let the air strike our tune,
Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.

Hold their noses to the grindstone.

My nearest
And dearest enemy.

How a good meaning
May be corrupted by a misconstruction.

Have you summoned your wits from wool-gathering?

Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray,
Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.

There is no hate lost between us.

From thousands of our undone widows
One may derive some wit.