John Fletcher (1579 – 1625)
Jacobean playwright.
Something given that way.
There's nothing that allays an angry mind
So soon as a sweet beauty.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
And he that will to bed go sober
Falls with the leaf in October.
We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that does so
Need lamentation for him?
This is a gimcrack
That can get nothing but new fashions on you.
I'll put that in my considering cap.
One good turn deserves another.
Speak boldly, and speak truly, shame the devil.
O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood
The earth when it is sick, and curest the world
O' the pleurisy of people.
Charity and treating begin at home.