- Man is his own star, and the soul that can
- Render an honest and a perfect man
- Commands all light, all influence, all fate.
- Nothing to him falls early, or too late.
- Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
- Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
JOHN FLETCHER, The Honest Man's Fortune
- O woman, perfect woman! what distraction
- Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
JOHN FLETCHER, Monsieur Thomas
- Of all the paths lead to a woman's love
- Pity's the straightest.
JOHN FLETCHER, The Knight of Malta
- Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes,
- Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose.
JOHN FLETCHER, The Tragedy of Valentinian
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you
have a singing face.
JOHN FLETCHER, The Wild Goose Chase
Fountain-heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves!
FRANCIS BEAUMONT & JOHN FLETCHER, The Nice Valour
Let us do or die.
JOHN FLETCHER, The Island Princess
- Joys as winged dreams fly fast,
- Why should sadness longer last?
- Grief is but a wound to woe;
- Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe.
JOHN FLETCHER, The Queen of Corinth
- There's naught in this life sweet
- But only melancholy;
- O sweetest melancholy!
JOHN FLETCHER, The Nice Valor
- That place that does contain
- My books, the best companions, is to me
- A glorious court, where hourly I converse
- With the old sages and philosophers.
BEAUMONT & FLETCHER, The Elder Brother
I'll put that in my considering cap.
JOHN FLETCHER, The Loyal Subject