Thomas Dekker

Arguments, like children, should be like the subject that begets them.

This principle is old, but true as fate, Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.

Cast away care, he that loves sorrow Lengthens not a day, nor can buy tomorrow; Money is trash, and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it.

This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.

Sleep is the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.

Age is like love, it cannot be hid

The calmest husbands make the stormiest wives.

O what a heaven is love! O what a hell!

Long hair will make thee look dreafully to thine enemies and manly to thy friends it is in peace an ornament in war a strong helmet it... deadens the leade thump of a bullet in winter it is a warm nightcap in summer a cooling fan of feathers.

Honest labor bears a lovely face.

Surely man was not created to be an idle fellow; he was not set in this universal orchard to stand still as a tree.

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise.

Sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.

We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.

Long hair will make thee look dreafully to thine enemies, and manly to thy friends: it is, in peace, an ornament; in war, a strong helmet; it deadens the leaden thump of a bullet: in winter, it is a warm nightcap; in summer, a cooling fan of feathers.

Were there no women, men might live like gods.

A mask of gold hides all deformities.

What a heaven is love! O what a hell!

This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.

Age is like love, it cannot be hid.