John Fletcher Quotes

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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.

John Fletcher
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.

John Fletcher
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.

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

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

John Fletcher
Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven;
No pyramids set off his memories,
But the eternal substance of his greatness.

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

John Fletcher
Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes,
Brother to Death.

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

John Fletcher
Best while you have it use your breath,
There is no drinking after death.

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

John Fletcher
Then, everlasting Love, restrain thy will;
'Tis god-like to have power, but not to kill.

John Fletcher
Fortune, now see, now proudly
Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look,
Look what thou hast brought this land to!—

John Fletcher
'Tis virtue, and not birth that makes us noble: Great actions speak great minds, and such should govern.

John Fletcher
Joys as winged dreams fly fast, / Why should sadness longer last? / Grief is but a wound to woe; / Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe.

John Fletcher
Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything; The world's a fine believing world, write news.

John Fletcher
Nature too unkind; That made no medicine for a troubled mind!

John Fletcher
The greatest attribute of heaven is mercy; And 'tis the crown of justice, and the glory

John Fletcher
Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit;
There is no cure 'gainst age but it. and
'Tis late and cold, stir up the fire;
Sit close and draw the table nigher;
Be merry and drink wine that is old,
A hearty medicine 'gainst the cold.

John Fletcher
A woman friend! He that believes that weakness, Steers in a stormy night without a compass.

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

John Fletcher
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.

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

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Primrose first born child of Ver,
Merry Springtime's Harbinger.

John Fletcher
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone;
Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.

John Fletcher