More from John Fletcher

  1. Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves.
  2. Deeds, not words.
  3. He went away with a flea in 's ear.
  4. I find the medicine worse than the malady.
  5. Hit the nail on the head.
  6. All things that are Made for our general uses are at war,- Even we among ourselves.
  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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