Are 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 WebsterIn all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.
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 Webster