John Fletcher Quotes

Deeds, not words shall speak me.

We must not be content to be cleansed from sin; we must be filled with the Spirit.

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are Of an immeasurable length: they spread Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.

Great actions speak great minds.

Of all the forms of wisdom, hindsight is by general consent the least merciful, the most unforgiving.

Speak boldly and speak truly, shame the devil.

Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

The greatest attribute of heaven is mercy; And 'tis the crown of justice, and the glory

The coward's weapon, poison.

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.

Only look to Jesus. He died for you, died in your place, died under the frowns of heaven, that we might die under its smile. Regard neither unbelief nor doubt. Fear neither sin nor hell. Choose neither life nor death. All these are swallowed up in the immensity of Christ and are triumphed over in His cross.

I find the medicine worse than the malady.

Tyranny is yielding to the lust of the governing.

Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit; There is no cure 'gainst age but it. and 'Tis late and cold, stir up the fire; Sit close and draw the table nigher; Be merry and drink wine that is old, A hearty medicine 'gainst the cold.

Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything; The world's a fine believing world, write news.

It's impossible to ravish me, I'm so willing.

Go far - too far you cannot, still the farther. The more experience finds you: and go sparing. One meal a week will serve you, and one suit, through all your travels; for you'll find it certain.

A woman friend! He that believes that weakness, Steers in a stormy night without a compass.

Only look to Jesus. He died for you, died in your place, died under the frowns of heaven, that we might die under its smile.

That soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man.

Then, everlasting Love , restrain thy will; 'Tis god -like to have power, but not to kill.

Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There's naught in this life sweet But only melancholy; O sweetest melancholy!

O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!

Drink today, and drown all sorrow; you shall perhaps not do tomorrow.