Quotes By Francis Beaumont

There is a method in man's wickedness; it grows up by degrees.

Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep.

Envy, like the worm, never runs but to the fairest fruit; like a cunning bloodhound, it singles out the fattest deer in the flock.

Kiss till the cow comes home.

Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.

Faith without works is like a bird without wings; though she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never fly with them to heaven.

It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it.

The true way to gain much, is never to desire to gain too much.

Oh, love will make a dog howl in rhyme.

Interest makes some people blind, and others quick-sighted.