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When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.
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We are merely the stars tennis-balls, struck and bandied which way please them.
John Webster
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That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.
John Webster -
For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.
John Webster -
Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.
John Webster -
I know death hath ten thousand several doorsFor men to take their exits.
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Men often are valued high, when they are most wretched.
John Webster -
Integrity of life is fame's best friend, which nobly, beyond death, shall crown in the end.
John Webster
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Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.
John Webster -
Of what is't fools make such vain keeping?Sin their conception, their birth, weeping:Their life, a general mist of error,Their death, a hideous storm of terror.
John Webster -
Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.
John Webster -
In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.
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Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.
John Webster -
Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.
John Webster
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Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.
John Webster -
Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.
John Webster -
But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men,For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
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'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden,-the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.
John Webster -
Call for the robin redbreast and the wren,Since o'er shady groves they hover,And with leaves and flowers do coverThe friendless bodies of unburied men.
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A politician is the devil's quilted anvil; He fashions all sins on him, and the blows are never heard.
John Webster
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Man is most happy, when his own actions are arguments and examples of his virtue.
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I saw him going the way of all flesh.
John Webster -
Heaven-gates are not so highly archedAs princes' palaces; they that enter thereMust go upon their knees.
John Webster -
Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle: she died young.
John Webster