John Ford Quotes

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He is a noble gentleman; withal
Happy in his endeavours: the general voice
Sounds him for courtesy, behaviour, language,
And every fair demeanour, an example:
Titles of honour add not to his worth;
Who is himself an honour to his title.

John Ford
Oh, happy kings,
Whose thrones are raised in their subjects' hearts.

John Ford
Glories
Of human greatness are but pleasing dreams,
And shadows soon decaying.

John Ford
Remember
When we last gathered roses in the garden,
I found my wits; but truly you lost yours.

John Ford
I have spent
Many a silent night in sighs and groans,
Ran over all my thoughts, despised my fate,
Reasoned against the reasons of my love,
Done all that smoothed-cheek Virtue could advise,
But found all bootless: 'tis my destiny
That you must either love, or I must die.

John Ford
Do not betray me to your mirth or hate;
Love me, or kill me, brother.

John Ford
Melancholy
Is not, as you conceive, indisposition
Of body, but the mind's disease.

John Ford
Fly hence, shadows, that do keep,
Watchful sorrows, charmed in sleep.

John Ford
Sister, look ye,
How, by a new creation of my tailor's
I've shook off old mortality.

John Ford
Why, I hold fate
Clasped in my fist, and could command the course
Of time's eternal motion, hadst thou been
One thought more steady than an ebbing sea.

John Ford
Brother, even by my mother's dust, I charge you,
Do not betray me to your mirth or hate.

John Ford
What is done, is done: Spend not the time in tears, but seek for justice.

John Ford
Tell us, pray, what devil
This melancholy is, which can transform
Men into monsters.

John Ford
Love is the tyrant of the heart; it darkens
Reason, confounds discretion; deaf to Counsel
It runs a headlong course to desperate madness.

John Ford
I am, gay creature,
With pardon of your deities, a mushroom
On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.

John Ford
There's not a hair
Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet,
It sinks me to the grave: I must creep thither;
The journey is not long.

John Ford
Whilst we strive To live most free, we're caught in our own toils.

John Ford
Let them fear bondage who are slaves to fear;
The sweetest freedom is an honest heart.

John Ford
I have never thought about what I was doing in terms of art, or "this is great," or "world-shaking," or anything like that. To me, it was always a job of work—which I enjoyed immensely—and that's it.

John Ford
There is a place,
List, daughter! in a black and hollow vault,
Where day is never seen; there shines no sun,
But flaming horror of consuming fires;
A lightless sulphur, choked with smoky fogs
Of an infected darkness; in this place
Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts
Of never-dying deaths.

John Ford