Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher Quotes
When they are young, they Are like bells rung backwards, nothing but noise And giddiness.
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.
I come fairly to kill him honestly.
Love frees all toils but one, Calamity and it can ill agree.
Beggars must not be choosers
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.
Speak boldly, and speak truly, shame the devil.
Though I say't that should not say't.
A soul as white as Heaven.
Struck blind with beauty! shot with a woman's smile.