Quote #10
Love is the tyrant of the heart; it darkens Reason, confounds discretion; deaf to Counsel It runs a headlong course to desperate madness.
More from John (dramatist) Ford
- Philosophers dwell in the moon.
- Fly hence, shadows, that do keep, Watchful sorrows, charmed in sleep.
- Melancholy Is not, as you conceive, indisposition Of body, but the mind's disease.
- Tempt not the stars, young man, thou canst not play With the severity of fate.
- Tell us, pray, what devil This melancholy is, which can transform Men into monsters.
- I am, gay creature, With pardon of your deities, a mushroom On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.
- Physicians are the cobblers, rather the botchers, of men's bodies; as the one patches our tattered clothes, so the other solders our diseas…
- Green indiscretion, flattery of greatness, Rawness of judgement, wilfulness in folly, Thoughts vagrant as the wind, and as uncertain.