Of all the paths which lead to a woman’s love, Pity’s the straightest.
John Fletcher Quotes
And he that will to bed go sober, Falls with the leaf still in October.
Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do ‘t to-morrow.
Let’s meet, and either do or die.
That place that does contain My books, the best companions, is to me A glorious court, where hourly I converse With the old sages and philosophers; And sometimes, for variety, I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account, and, in my fancy, Deface […]
I come fairly to kill him honestly. (“The Little French Lawyer”)
Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
