Quote #12
Tempt not the stars, young man, thou canst not play With the severity of fate.
More from John (dramatist) Ford
- Fly hence, shadows, that do keep, Watchful sorrows, charmed in sleep.
- I am, gay creature, With pardon of your deities, a mushroom On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.
- Love is the tyrant of the heart; it darkens Reason, confounds discretion; deaf to Counsel It runs a headlong course to desperate madness.
- Green indiscretion, flattery of greatness, Rawness of judgement, wilfulness in folly, Thoughts vagrant as the wind, and as uncertain.
- Philosophers dwell in the moon.
- The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth, Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet, Sinews of concord, earthly immortality, Et…
- Melancholy Is not, as you conceive, indisposition Of body, but the mind's disease.
- Glories Of human greatness are but pleasing dreams, And shadows soon decaying.