He wanted to change it to say ‘holiday tree lighting’ instead. John Fletcher More Quotes by John Fletcher More Quotes From John Fletcher Only look to Jesus. He died for you, died in your place, died under the frowns of heaven, that we might die under its smile. John Fletcher heavenlooksjesus A woman friend! He that believes that weakness, Steers in a stormy night without a compass. John Fletcher womennightbelieve Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose. John Fletcher carebrothersleep That soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man. John Fletcher soulperfectmen Man is his own star, and the soul that can, render an honest and a perfect man, John Fletcher angelstarsfall O great corrector of enormous times, Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood The earth when it is sick, and curest the world O' the pleurisy of people. John Fletcher warbloodpeople Then, everlasting Love , restrain thy will; 'Tis god -like to have power, but not to kill. John Fletcher everlasting-lovelasting-lovepower Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There's naught in this life sweet But only melancholy; O sweetest melancholy! John Fletcher delightsweetnight Man is his own star, and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light. John Fletcher starslightmen Charity and treating begin at home. John Fletcher charityhome O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil! John Fletcher distractiondevilperfect Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well; I see you have a singing face. John Fletcher singingmusicfaces Joys as winged dreams fly fast, / Why should sadness longer last? / Grief is but a wound to woe; / Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe. John Fletcher sadnessgriefdream He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober, John Fletcher octoberbedfall Man is his own star and the soul that can render an honest and perfect man commands all light, all influence, all fate. John Fletcher In this case, this political correctness has just gone too far, it’s just getting out of hand. John Fletcher opinion It’s not a holiday tree, it’s a Christmas tree. John Fletcher opinion Love's tongue is in his eyes. John Fletcher hiseyestonguelove He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts. John Fletcher thoughtsalonenevernoble Deed, not words shall speak me. John Fletcher shallwordsmespeak
