Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit; John Fletcher More Quotes by John Fletcher More Quotes From John Fletcher A woman friend! He that believes that weakness, Steers in a stormy night without a compass. John Fletcher women night believe Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose. John Fletcher care brother sleep That soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man. John Fletcher soul perfect men Man is his own star, and the soul that can, render an honest and a perfect man, John Fletcher angel stars fall 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 war blood people Then, everlasting Love , restrain thy will; 'Tis god -like to have power, but not to kill. John Fletcher everlasting-love lasting-love power 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 delight sweet night Man is his own star, and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light. John Fletcher stars light men Charity and treating begin at home. John Fletcher charity home O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil! John Fletcher distraction devil perfect Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well; I see you have a singing face. John Fletcher singing music faces 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 sadness grief dream He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober, John Fletcher october bed fall 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 He wanted to change it to say ‘holiday tree lighting’ instead. John Fletcher opinion Love's tongue is in his eyes. John Fletcher his eyes tongue love He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts. John Fletcher thoughts alone never noble Deed, not words shall speak me. John Fletcher shall words me speak
