What did John Webster mean by: Oh, yes, thy sins Do run before thee to fetch fire from hell, To light thee thither. - John Webster Playwright · England Copy
+ Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near, have neither heat nor light. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Webster, Light, Shining, 0 - John Webster Playwright · England
+ Let guilty men remember, their black deeds Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Webster, Black, Evil, 0 - John Webster Playwright · England
+ Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Webster, Heaven, Strive, 0 - John Webster Playwright · England
+ When a man’s mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Webster, Horse, Mind, 0 - John Webster Playwright · England
+ Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Webster, Breasts, Friendship, 0 - John Webster Playwright · England
+ Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Webster, Gold, Health, Hours, 0 - John Webster Playwright · England
+ Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin. Feraz Zeid, August 5, 2023December 12, 2023, John Webster, Children, Sin, Sorrow, 0 - John Webster Playwright · England
+ The misery of us, that are born great, We are forced to woo because none dare woo us. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Webster, Born, Dare, Misery, 0 - John Webster Playwright · England
The heart desires, the hand refrains. The Godhead fires, the soul attains. - William Morris Designer · England
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
Books can ignite fires in your mind, because they carry ideas for kindling, and art for matches. - Gary D. Schmidt Author
A man often runs the risk of throwing away a witticism if he admits that it is his own. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
