John Fletcher Quotes

Deed, not words shall speak me.

Great actions speak great minds.

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.

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

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

I find the medicine worse than the malady.

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

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. The poorer and the baser you appear, The more you look through still.