Quotes by John Fletcher

John Fletcher

‘Tis virtue, and not birth that makes us noble: Great actions speak great minds, and such should govern.

Action

Mind

Noble

A woman friend! He that believes that weakness, Steers in a stormy night without a compass.

Believe

Night

Women

Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything; The world’s a fine believing world, write news.

Believe

News

Writing

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

Brother

Care

Sleep

Charity and treating begin at home.

Charity

Home

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

Faces

Music

Singing

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.

Branches

Dew

Tree

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

Death

Doors

Life Death

Deeds, not words shall speak me.

Communication

Deeds

Inspirational

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

Alcohol

Funny Drinking

Sorrow

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Alcohol

Angel

Bed

Believe

Blood

Branches

Brother

Care

Charity

Communication

Coward

Crowns

Death

Deeds

Delight

Devil

Dew

Distraction

Doors

Doubt

Dream

Everlasting Love

Faces

Fall

Fire

Form

Funny

Funny Drinking

Governing

Grief

Heart

Heaven

Hindsight

Holy

Home

Humor

Ill

Impossible

Inspirational

Jesus

Justice

Lasting Love

Life Death

Light

Looks

Lust

Malady

Meals

Medicine

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Quotes by John Fletcher

John Fletcher

‘Tis virtue, and not birth that makes us noble: Great actions speak great minds, and such should govern.

A woman friend! He that believes that weakness, Steers in a stormy night without a compass.

Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything; The world’s a fine believing world, write news.

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

Charity and treating begin at home.

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

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.

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

Deeds, not words shall speak me.

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

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