John Cleveland Quotes
- Love melts the rigor which the rocks have bred; a flint will break upon a feather bed.
- Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom nor forced him wander, but confine him home.
- My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow…
- I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out.
- The astrologer who spells the stars, mistakes his globes and in her bright eye interprets heaven's physiognomies.