Occupation: Playwright Birth: June 11, 1572 Death: August 6, 1637
Nor shall our cups make any guilty men; But at our parting, we will be, as when We innocently met..
All concord's born of contraries..
Folly often goes beyond her bounds, but impudence knows none..
Vice Is like a fury to the vicious mind, And turns delight itself to punishment..
Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare , rise; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser , or bid Beaumont….
I glory, more in the cunning purchase of my wealth than in the glad possession..
Passions are spiritual rebels and raise sedition against the understanding..
There is no doctrine will do good where nature is wanting..
All the wise world is little else, in nature, But parasites or subparasites..
Chance will not do the work. Chance sends the breeze; But if the pilot slumber at the helm, The very wind that wafts us tow'rds the port May dash us ….
Your highest female grace is silence..
The poet is the nearest borderer upon the orator..
Drink today, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow; Best, while you have it, use your breath; There is no drinking after death..
I see compassion may become a justice, though it be a weakness, I confess, and nearer a vice than a virtue..
A good man should and must Sit rather down with loss than rise unjust..
Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of ….
A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just bea….
Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . with joy To see how plump my bags are and my barns..
He that departs with his own honesty For Vulgar , doth it too dearly buy..
Ambition, like a torrent, ne'er looks back; And is a swelling, and the last affection A high mind can put off; being both a rebel Unto the soul and r….
Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then hi….