Quote #9

Drink today, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do't tomorrow.

More from John Fletcher

  1. 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…
  2. And he that will to bed go sober Falls with the leaf in October.
  3. Let's meet and either do or die.
  4. 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.
  5. There is no jesting with edge tools.
  6. 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…
  7. Of all the paths lead to a woman's love Pity's the straightest.
  8. All things that are Made for our general uses are at war,- Even we among ourselves.

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