John Webster Quotes
John Webster Quotes
Take it for words. O woman’s poor revenge,
Which dwells but in the tongue!
2727 Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust
Like diamonds we are cut with our own dust
3174 Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle. She died young.
3707 Right! There are plots.
Your beauty! Oh, ten thousand curses on 't!
How long have I beheld the devil in crystal!
Thou hast led me, like an heathen sacrifice,
With music, and with fatal yokes of flowers,
To my eternal ruin. Woman to man
Is either a god, or a wolf.
2245 We endure the strokes like anvils or hard steel,
Till pain itself make us no pain to feel.
1059 What a strange creature is a laughing fool,
As if a man were created to no use
But only to show his teeth.
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