Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.
John WebsterThough lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.
John WebsterA politician is the devil's quilted anvil; He fashions all sins on him, and the blows are never heard.
John WebsterWhen we prohibit others from being different, we end up forfeiting our own right to Liberty.
John WebsterIs not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.
John WebsterGlories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near, have neither heat nor light.
John WebsterA powerful portfolio of physiological and behavioural evidence now exists to support the case that fish feel pain and that this feeling matters. In the face of such evidence, any argument to the contrary based on the claim that fish 'do not have the right sort of brain' can no longer be called scientific. It is just obstinate.
John WebsterVain the ambition of kings Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind.
John WebsterWhether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.
John WebsterSee, the curse of children! In life they keep us frequently in tears, And in the cold grave leave us in pale fears.
John WebsterThat friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.
John WebsterI myself have loved a lady and pursued her with a great deal of under-age protestation, whom some three or four gallants that have enjoyed would with all their hearts have been glad to have been rid of. 'Tis just like a summer birdcage in a garden: the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.
John WebsterAre you grown an atheist? Will you turn your body, Which is the goodly palace of the soul, To the soul's slaughter-house? Oh, the curse' d devil, Which doth present us with all other sins Thrice-candied o'er.
John WebsterThe chiefest action for a man of great spirit is never to be out of action... the soul was never put into the body to stand still.
John WebsterIn all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.
John WebsterGold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.
John WebsterImyself haveheard averygood jest, and havescornedto seem to have so sillya wit as to understand it.
John Webster