Francis Beaumont Quotes & Sayings

But what is past my help is past my care. — Francis Beaumont

Envy, like the worm, never runs but to the fairest fruit; like a cunning bloodhound, it singles out the fattest deer in the flock. — Francis Beaumont

Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under Fortune's false lottery, desperately run To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout, That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out. — Francis Beaumont

Bellario. Sir, you did take me up
When I was nothing; and only yet am something
By being yours. You trusted me unknown;
And that which you were apt to conster
A simple innocence in me, perhaps
Might have been craft, the cunning of a boy
Hardened in lies and theft: yet ventured you
To part my miseries and me; for which,
I never can expect to serve a lady
That bears more honour in her breast than you. — Francis Beaumont

Kiss till the cow comes home. — Francis Beaumont

My hard fortunes
Deserve not scorn; for I was never proud
When they were good. — Francis Beaumont

All confidence which is not absolute and entire, is dangerous. There are few occasions but where a man ought either to say all, or conceal all; for, how little so ever you have revealed of your secret to a friend, you have already said too much if you think it not safe to make him privy to all particulars. — Francis Beaumont

Let us have a care not to disclose our hearts to those who shut up theirs against us. — Francis Beaumont

Grace comes often clad in the dusky robe of desolation. — Francis Beaumont

Our lives are but our marches to the grave. — Francis Beaumont

You are no better than you should be. — Francis Beaumont

Nose, nose, jolly red nose,And who gave thee that jolly red nose?Nutmegs and ginger, cinammon and cloves;And they gave me this jolly red nose. — Francis Beaumont

Interest makes some people blind, and others quick-sighted. — Francis Beaumont

Honor's a thing too subtle for wisdom; if honor lie in eating, he's right honorable. — Francis Beaumont

Bad's the best of us. — Francis Beaumont

Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,
And sweet thyme true,
Primrose, first born child of Ver,
Merry Spring-time's harbinger. — Francis Beaumont

Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love Pity's the straightest. — Francis Beaumont

My virginity, that from my childhood kept me company, is heavier than I can endure to bear. Forgive me, Cupid, for thou art god, and I a wretched creature: I have sinn'd; but be thou merciful, and grant that yet I may enjoy what thou wilt have me love! — Francis Beaumont

Oh, love will make a dog howl in rhyme. — Francis Beaumont

The fool that willingly provokes a woman, has made himself another evil angel and a new hell to which all other torments are but mere pastime... — Francis Beaumont

Those have most power to hurt us, that we love. — Francis Beaumont

Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy. — Francis Beaumont

It is a word that's quickly spoken, which being unrestrained, a heart is broken — Francis Beaumont

Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep. — Francis Beaumont

As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell. — Francis Beaumont

There is a method in man's wickedness; it grows up by degrees. — Francis Beaumont

The hand of Heaven is on me, be it far from me to struggle, if my secret sins have pull'd this curse upon me, lend me tears now to wash me white, that I may feel a child-like innocence within my breast; which once perform'd, O give me leave to stand as fix'd as constancy her self, my eyes set here unmov'd, regardless of the world though thousand miseries incompass me. — Francis Beaumont

It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it. — Francis Beaumont

As men do walk a mile, women should talk an hour, After supper. 'Tis their exercise. — Francis Beaumont

The greatest attribute of Heaven is mercy. — Francis Beaumont

The true way to gain much, is never to desire to gain too much. — Francis Beaumont

There's nothing that allays an angry mind So soon as a sweet beauty. — Francis Beaumont

Faith without works is like a bird without wings; though she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never fly with them to heaven. — Francis Beaumont