- Man may his fate foresee, but not prevent ...
- 'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.
JOHN WEBSTER, The White Devil
- I know death hath ten thousand several doors
- For men to take their exits.
JOHN WEBSTER, The Duchess of Malfi
- We are merely the stars' tennis-balls, struck and bandied
- Which way please them.
JOHN WEBSTER, The Duchess of Malfi
- Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear;
- But seas do laugh, snow white, when rocks are near.
JOHN WEBSTER, The White Devil
- Lust carries her sharp whip
- At her own girdle.
JOHN WEBSTER, The White Devil
Past sorrows, let us moderately lament them;
For those to come, seek wisely to prevent them.
JOHN WEBSTER, The Duchess of Malfi
Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.
JOHN WEBSTER, The Duchess of Malfi
Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness.
JOHN WEBSTER, The Duchess of Malfi
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