Quotes from Francis Beaumont

Kiss till the cow comes home.

Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.

Our lives are but our marches to the grave.

The fool that willingly provokes a woman, has made himself another evil angel and a new hell to which all other torments are but mere pastime...

Interest makes some people blind and others quick-sighted.

Bellario. Sir, you did take me up When I was nothing; and only yet am something By being yours. You trusted me unknown; And that which you were apt to conster A simple innocence in me, perhaps Might have been craft, the cunning of a boy Hardened in lies and theft: yet ventured you To part my miseries and me; for which, I never can expect to serve a lady That bears more honour in her breast than you.

The Knight of the Burning Pestle was first performed in 1607 before it was published in quarto form in 1613. The play is credited to Francis Beaumont, before he began his highly successful partnership with John Fletcher.

Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true, Primrose, first born child of Ver, Merry Spring-time's harbinger.

Envy, like the worm, never runs but to the fairest fruit; like a cunning bloodhound, it singles out the fattest deer in the flock.

Oh, love will make a dog howl in rhyme.

What things have we seenDone at the Mermaid! heard words that have beenSo nimble, and so full of subtle flame,As if that everyone from whence they came,Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest,And resolv'd to live a fool, the restOf his dull life.

Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep.

Faith without works is like a bird without wings though she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never fly with them to heaven.

All confidence which is not absolute and entire, is dangerous. There are few occasions but where a man ought either to say all, or conceal all; for, how little so ever you have revealed of your secret to a friend, you have already said too much if you think it not safe to make him privy to all particulars.

Let us have a care not to disclose our hearts to those who shut up theirs against us.

The true way to gain much, is never to desire to gain too much. He is not rich that possesses much, but he that covets no more; and he is not poor that enjoys little, but he that wants too much.

Interest makes some people blind, and others quick-sighted.

Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love Pity's the straightest.

Honor's a thing too subtle for wisdom; if honor lie in eating, he's right honorable.

There is a method in man's wickedness; it grows up by degrees.

Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep.

As men do walk a mile, women should talk an hour, After supper. 'Tis their exercise.

It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it.

Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under Fortune's false lottery, desperately run To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout, That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out.