We are ne’er like angels till our passion dies.
THOMAS DEKKER, The Honest Whore
This principle is old, but true as fate, Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.
THOMAS DEKKER, The Honest Whore
Honest labour bears a lovely face.
THOMAS DEKKER, Patient Grissell
- The greatest strength expires with loss of breath;
- The mightiest in one minute stoop to death.
THOMAS DEKKER, Old Fortunatus
The only way to win a wench is not to woo her; the only way to have her fast is to have her loose.
THOMAS DEKKER, Blurt, Master Constable
Sin is a raven croaking her own fall.
THOMAS DEKKER, The Noble Spanish Soldier
O what a heaven is love! O what a hell!
THOMAS DEKKER, Blurt, Master Constable
A mask of gold hides all deformities.
THOMAS DEKKER, Old Fortunatus
- Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
- O sweet content!
- Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplex'd?
- O punishment!
THOMAS DEKKER, "Sweet Content"
- I am full of thoughts,
- A thousand wheels toss my incertain fears,
- There is a storm in my hot boiling brains,
- Which rises without wind. A horrid one.
THOMAS DEKKER, The Noble Spanish Soldier
- This age thinks better of a gilded fool
- Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom’s school.
THOMAS DEKKER, Old Fortunatus
- Wrongs, like great whirlwinds,
- Shake highest battlements.
THOMAS DEKKER, The Noble Spanish Soldier
Ay, Marry, sir -- the only rising up in arms is in the arms of a woman!
THOMAS DEKKER, Blurt, Master Constable
One step to human bliss is sweet revenge.
THOMAS DEKKER, The Noble Spanish Soldier
He steps upon death that stirs a foot.
THOMAS DEKKER, Blurt, Master Constable
- The fairest cheek hath oftentimes a soul
- Leprous as sin itself.
THOMAS DEKKER, Old Fortunatus
'Tis not a soldier's glory to tell how many lives he has ended, but how many he has saved.
THOMAS DEKKER, Blurt, Master Constable
- Few for heaven would care,
- Should they be ever happy.
THOMAS DEKKER, The Noble Spanish Soldier
The wisdom of this world is idiotism.
THOMAS DEKKER, Old Fortunatus
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