More from John Ford
Flattery Is monstrous in a true friend.
A bachelor May thrive by observation, on a little. A single life's no burden: but to draw In yokes is chargeable, and will require A double maintenance.
Sister, look ye, How, by a new creation of my tailor's I've shook off old mortality.
Oh, happy kings, Whose thrones are raised in their subjects' hearts.
Her words are trusty heralds to her mind.
Physicians are the cobblers, rather the botchers, of men's bodies; as the one patches our tattered clothes, so the other solders our diseased flesh.