Quote #16

He went away with a flea in 's ear.

More from John Fletcher

  1. I find the medicine worse than the malady.
  2. Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves.
  3. Hit the nail on the head.
  4. Something given that way.
  5. All things that are Made for our general uses are at war,- Even we among ourselves.
  6. Deeds, not words.
  7. 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…
  8. 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.

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