John Webster

Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin. ↗

— John Webster

#eldest #held #sin #sorrow

Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best. ↗

— John Webster

#friends #lay #like #old #old friends

Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise. ↗

— John Webster

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'Tis better to be fortunate than wise. ↗

— John Webster

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We are merely the stars tennis-balls, struck and bandied which way please them. ↗

— John Webster

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When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire. ↗

— John Webster

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When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons. ↗

— John Webster

#carry #evermore #gifts #go #go to hell

Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust. ↗

— John Webster

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That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects. ↗

— John Webster

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All things do help the unhappy man to fall. ↗

— John Webster

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