Quote #1
Her words are trusty heralds to her mind.
More from John (dramatist) Ford
- Oh, happy kings, Whose thrones are raised in their subjects' hearts.
- Sister, look ye, How, by a new creation of my tailor's I've shook off old mortality.
- A bachelor May thrive by observation, on a little. A single life's no burden: but to draw In yokes is chargeable, and will require A double…
- Flattery Is monstrous in a true friend.
- Physicians are the cobblers, rather the botchers, of men's bodies; as the one patches our tattered clothes, so the other solders our diseas…
- Tell us, pray, what devil This melancholy is, which can transform Men into monsters.
- Melancholy Is not, as you conceive, indisposition Of body, but the mind's disease.
- Philosophers dwell in the moon.