John fletcher

Deed, not words shall speak me.

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.

He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts.

Love's tongue is in his eyes.

The coward's weapon, poison.

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

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

I find the medicine worse than the malady.