Man is his own star, and the soul that can, render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence,… — John Fletcher Copy Share Image
Man is his own star, and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light. — John Fletcher Copy Share Image
Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose. — John Fletcher Copy Share
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… — John Fletcher Copy Share
Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything; The world's a fine believing world, write news. — John Fletcher Copy Share
Then, everlasting Love , restrain thy will; 'Tis god -like to have power, but not to kill. — John Fletcher Copy Share
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… — John Fletcher Copy Share
Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do 't to-morrow. — John Fletcher Copy Share
The greatest attribute of heaven is mercy; And 'tis the crown of justice, and the glory — John Fletcher Copy Share
Man is his own star, and the soul that can, render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate:… — John Fletcher Copy Share
“Welcome folded arms, fixed eyes, a sigh that piercing mortifies; A look that's fastened to the ground, a tongue chained up without a sound.” — John Fletcher Copy Share
O great corrector of enormous times, Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood The earth… — John Fletcher Copy Share
