Thomas Middleton (1580 – 1627)
English Jacobean playwright and poet.
How many honest words have suffered corruption since Chaucer’s days!
All is not gold that glisteneth.
There is no hate lost between us.
As old Chaucer was wont to say, that broad famous English poet.
Justice may wink a while, but see at last.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our foot.
How a good meaning
May be corrupted by a misconstruction.
The better day, the better deed.
Hold their noses to the grindstone.
That disease
Of which all old men sicken,—avarice.
From thousands of our undone widows
One may derive some wit.
’Tis slight, not strength, that gives the greatest lift.
Let the air strike our tune,
Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon. 15
He who loves the law dies either mad or poor.
The world's a stage on which all parts are played.