J. Fletcher

Cited as J. Fletcher. — 23 quotations

And have such pleasant walks into the woods A-mornings.

Sins which black thy soul.

Stain or brack in her sweet reputation.

Has he given the lie, In circle, or oblique, or semicircle.

You have cast those by, decarded them.

This virtuous plaster will displease Your tender sides.

If I make a lie To gain your love and envy my best mistress, Put me against a wall.

When the whole heart is excellently sorry.

He will be fleaed first And horse collars made of's skin.

Not to be adorned with any art but such improper ones as nature is said to bestow, as singing and poetry.

'Tis hallowed ground; Fairies, and fawns, and satyrs do it keep.

And with a virgin innocence did pray For me, that perjured her.

Now pounce him lightly, And as he roars and rages, let's go deeper.

His moldy money ! half a dozen riders.

Give second, and my love Is everlasting thine.

Bid my subsizar carry my hackney to the buttery and give him his bever.

A poor, cold, unspirited, unmannered, Unhonest, unaffected, undone fool.

The wind blows cold While the morning doth unfold.

We 'll all to church together instantly, And then a vie for boys.

I love a sea voyage and a blustering tempest.

To have a man's brain whimsied with his wealth.

This first sad whisk Takes off thy dukedom; thou art but an earl.

He that walks in gray, whisking his riding rod.