Francis Beaumont

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Kiss till the cow comes home.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Home
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Oh, love will make a dog howl in rhyme.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Love
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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.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Faith
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The true way to gain much is never to desire to gain too much.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Desire
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You are no better than you should be.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Literature
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Let us have a care not to disclose our hearts to those who shut up theirs against us.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Heart
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Those have most power to hurt us, that we love.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Hurt
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Our lives are but our marches to the grave.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Life
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Envy, like the worm, never runs but to the fairest fruit; like a cunning bloodhound, it singles out the fattest deer in the flock.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Running
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If men wound you with injuries, meet them with patience; hasty words rankle the wound, soft language dresses it, forgiveness cures it, and oblivion takes away the scar. It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Forgiveness
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The true way to gain much, is never to desire to gain too much. He is not rich that possesses much, but he that covets no more; and he is not poor that enjoys little, but he that wants too much.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Desire
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Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Death
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It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Friendship
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As men do walk a mile, women should talk an hour, After supper. 'Tis their exercise.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Exercise
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The greatest attribute of Heaven is mercy.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Heaven
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Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Sweet
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There's nothing that allays an angry mind So soon as a sweet beauty.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Beauty
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It is a word that's quickly spoken, which being unrestrained, a heart is broken
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Heart
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My virginity, that from my childhood kept me company, is heavier than I can endure to bear. Forgive me, Cupid, for thou art god, and I a wretched creature: I have sinn'd; but be thou merciful, and grant that yet I may enjoy what thou wilt have me love!
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Art
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As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Heaven
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Grace comes often clad in the dusky robe of desolation.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Grace
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All confidence which is not absolute and entire, is dangerous. There are few occasions but where a man ought either to say all, or conceal all; for, how little so ever you have revealed of your secret to a friend, you have already said too much if you think it not safe to make him privy to all particulars.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Men
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But what is past my help is past my care.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Past
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There is a method in man's wickedness; it grows up by degrees.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Growing Up
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Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love Pity's the straightest.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Path
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Nose, nose, jolly red nose,And who gave thee that jolly red nose?Nutmegs and ginger, cinammon and cloves;And they gave me this jolly red nose.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Noses
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Honor's a thing too subtle for wisdom; if honor lie in eating, he's right honorable.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Wisdom
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Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under Fortune's false lottery, desperately run To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout, That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out.
- Francis Beaumont
Collection: Running