Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh… — John Fletcher Gone Copy Share Image
Joys as winged dreams fly fast, / Why should sadness longer last? / Grief is but a wound to woe; / Gentlest… — John Fletcher Dream Copy Share Image
Only look to Jesus. He died for you, died in your place, died under the frowns of heaven, that we might die… — John Fletcher Christ Copy Share Image
We must not be content to be cleansed from sin; we must be filled with the Spirit. — John Fletcher Filled Copy Share Image
A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds And when the weeds begin to grow… — John Fletcher Deeds Copy Share Image
A woman friend! He that believes that weakness, Steers in a stormy night without a compass. — John Fletcher Believe Copy Share Image
O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil! — John Fletcher Devil Copy Share Image
Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit; There is no cure 'gainst age but it. and 'Tis late and cold, stir… — John Fletcher Age Copy Share Image
Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still. — John Fletcher Angel Copy Share Image
Go far - too far you cannot, still the farther. The more experience finds you: and go sparing. One meal a week… — John Fletcher Certain Copy Share Image
He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts. — John Fletcher Accompanied Copy Share Image
He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober, Falls as the leaves do, and dies in October; But he who… — John Fletcher Bed Copy Share Image
