John Fletcher
John Fletcher
rain sadness sorrow
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.
justice heaven crowns
The greatest attribute of heaven is mercy; And 'tis the crown of justice, and the glory
women believe night
A woman friend! He that believes that weakness, Steers in a stormy night without a compass.
weed men garden
A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds And when the weeds begin to grow It's like a garden full of snow...
medicine malady
I find the medicine worse than the malady.
suits meals week
Go far - too far you cannot, still the farther. The more experience finds you: and go sparing. One meal a week will serve you, and one suit, through all your travels; for you'll find it certain.
heart wine medicine
Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit; There is no cure 'gainst age but it. and 'Tis late and cold, stir up the fire; Sit close and draw the table nigher; Be merry and drink wine that is old, A hearty medicine 'gainst the cold.
spirit sin holy
We must not be content to be cleansed from sin; we must be filled with the Spirit.
communication deeds language
Deeds, not words shall speak me.
jesus heaven might
Only look to Jesus. He died for you, died in your place, died under the frowns of heaven, that we might die under its smile.