Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing. John Webster More Quotes by John Webster More Quotes From John Webster Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust. John Webster cutting ambition fall When we prohibit others from being different, we end up forfeiting our own right to Liberty. John Webster being-different liberty different The chiefest action for a man of great spirit is never to be out of action... the soul was never put into the body to stand still. John Webster body soul men Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens. John Webster water heaven blood Cowardly dogs bark loudest. John Webster bark cowardly dog See, a good habit makes a child a man, Whereas a bad one makes a man a beast. John Webster beast men children Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best. John Webster breasts friends stills Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin. John Webster sin sorrow children Let guilty men remember, their black deeds John Webster black evil men Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest. John Webster vineyards wine soldier Woman to man Is either a God or a wolfe. John Webster men That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects. John Webster ruins belief men Love mixed with fear is sweetness. John Webster sweetness Poor maids have more lovers than husbands. John Webster maids poverty husband I account this world a tedious theater, John Webster theater play world Man may his fate foresee, but not prevent. 'Tis better to be fortunate than wise. John Webster fate wise men I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her. John Webster virtue wages long Oh, yes, thy sins Do run before thee to fetch fire from hell, To light thee thither. John Webster light fire running Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise. John Webster lust wise witty See, the curse of children! In life they keep us frequently in tears, And in the cold grave leave us in pale fears. John Webster cold tears children
