Quote #18
There's not a hair Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet, It sinks me to the grave: I must creep thither; The journey is not long.
More from John (dramatist) Ford
- Revenge proves its own executioner.
- Truth is child of time.
- Glories Of human greatness are but pleasing dreams, And shadows soon decaying.
- Love is dead; let lovers' eyes Locked in endless dreams Th' extreme of all extremes Ope no more, for now Love dies.
- The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth, Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet, Sinews of concord, earthly immortality, Et…
- He hath shook hands with time.
- Green indiscretion, flattery of greatness, Rawness of judgement, wilfulness in folly, Thoughts vagrant as the wind, and as uncertain.
- Nice philosophy May tolerate unlikely arguments, But heaven admits no jest.