Phineas Fletcher Quotes

Love's tongue is in the eyes.

Love is like linen, often changed, the sweeter.

Beauty when most unclothed is clothed best.

The dying swan, when years her temples pierce, In music-strains breathes out her life and verse, And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her wat'ry hearse.

Long open panegyric drags at best, And praise is only praise when well address'd.

Who bathes in worldly joys, swims in a world of fears.