Zitat des Tages von John Fletcher:
Deed, not words shall speak me.
Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
The coward's weapon, poison.
Love's tongue is in his eyes.
Drink today, and drown all sorrow; you shall perhaps not do tomorrow.
He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts.
I find the medicine worse than the malady.