Quote #14

Hit the nail on the head.

Attribution disputed; shown as originally published.

More from John Fletcher

  1. All things that are Made for our general uses are at war,- Even we among ourselves.
  2. I find the medicine worse than the malady.
  3. Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears! But first…
  4. He went away with a flea in 's ear.
  5. Three merry boys, and three merry boys, And three merry boys are we. As ever did sing in a hempen string Under the gallows tree.
  6. Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves.
  7. And he that will to bed go sober Falls with the leaf in October.
  8. Something given that way.

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