John Fletcher

There is no jesting with edge tools.

This is a pretty flimflam.

One good turn deserves another.

First come, first served.

The foot in the grave.

Let no man fear to die: We love to sleep all, And death is but the sounder sleep.

I'll put that in my considering cap.

Great things thro' greatest hazards are achiev'd, And then they shine.

Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.

Let the world slide.

Whistle, and she'll come to you.

Speak boldly, and speak truly, shame the devil.

He 'as had a stinger.

Let them learn first to show pity at home.

Charity and treating begin at home.

Man is his own star, and that soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man.

Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.

As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell.

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are Of an immeasurable length: they spread Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.

From the crown of our head to the sole of our foot.

Fortune, now see, now proudly Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look, Look what thou hast brought this land to!—

Sing a song of sixpence.

Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.

What mare's nest hast thou found?