Quotes from John Fletcher

Our acts our Angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

Welcome folded arms, fixed eyes, a sigh that piercing mortifies; A look that's fastened to the ground, a tongue chained up without a sound.

Deed, not words shall speak me.

Drink today, and drown all sorrow; you shall perhaps not do tomorrow.

Love's tongue is in his eyes.

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.

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

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

Of all the forms of wisdom, hindsight is by general consent the least merciful, the most unforgiving.

Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose.

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.