John Fletcher

He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts.

— John Fletcher

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

— John Fletcher

Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distractionWhat an inviting hell invented.

— John Fletcher

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

— John Fletcher

Of all the paths lead to a woman's lovePity's the straightest.

— John Fletcher

'Tis a word that's quickly spoken,Which being restrained, a heart is broken.

— John Fletcher

Something given that way.

— John Fletcher

I'll put a spoke among your wheels.

— John Fletcher

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,Makes not fresh nor grow again.

— John Fletcher

I'll have a fling.

— John Fletcher

O great corrector of enormous times,O' the pleurisy of people.

— John Fletcher

We must all die! Need lamentation for him?

— John Fletcher

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

— John Fletcher

Though I say't that should not say't.

— John Fletcher

Go far—too far you cannot, still the fartherThe more you look through still.

— John Fletcher

What mare's nest hast thou found?

— John Fletcher

Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.

— John Fletcher

Sing a song of sixpence.

— John Fletcher

Fortune, now see, now proudlyLook what thou hast brought this land to!—

— John Fletcher

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

— John Fletcher

Corruption is a tree, whose branches areHath infected some chairs and stools of authority.

— John Fletcher

As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell.

— John Fletcher

Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.

— John Fletcher

Man is his own star, and the soul that canOur fatal shadows that walk by us still.

— John Fletcher

That soul that canBe honest is the only perfect man.

— John Fletcher

Charity and treating begin at home.

— John Fletcher

Let them learn first to show pity at home.

— John Fletcher

He 'as had a stinger.

— John Fletcher

Speak boldly, and speak truly, shame the devil.

— John Fletcher

Whistle, and she'll come to you.

— John Fletcher

Let the world slide.

— John Fletcher

Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.

— John Fletcher

Great things thro' greatest hazards are achiev'd,And then they shine.

— John Fletcher

I'll put that in my considering cap.

— John Fletcher

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

— John Fletcher

And he that will to bed go soberFalls with the leaf in October.

— John Fletcher

Three merry boys, and three merry boys, Under the gallow-tree.

— John Fletcher

Three merry boys, and three merry boys,Under the gallows tree.

— John Fletcher

Let no man fear to die: We love to sleep all,And death is but the sounder sleep.

— John Fletcher

The foot in the grave.

— John Fletcher

First come, first served.

— John Fletcher

One good turn deserves another.

— John Fletcher

This is a pretty flimflam.

— John Fletcher

There is no jesting with edge tools.

— John Fletcher

That place that does containWith kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels.

— John Fletcher

This is a gimcrackThat can get nothing but new fashions on you.

— John Fletcher

There's nothing that allays an angry mindSo soon as a sweet beauty.

— John Fletcher

'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.

— John Fletcher