Quote #5
Of all the paths lead to a woman's love Pity's the straightest.
More from John Fletcher
- Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that's gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.
- There is no jesting with edge tools.
- That soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man.
- Let's meet and either do or die.
- Man is his own star, and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light, all influence, all fate. Nothing to him f…
- Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There's naught in this life sweet But only melanchol…
- O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
- Drink today, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do't tomorrow.