John Webster

“we had need to borrow that fantastic glass,invented by Galileo the FlorentineTo view another spacious world in the moon and look to find a constant woman there”

“The chiefest action for a man of great spirit is never to be out of action... the soul was never put into the body to stand still.”

“What a strange creature is a laughing fool,As if a man were created to no useBut only to show his teeth.”

“What's this flesh? A little cruded milkFantastical puff-paste. Our bodies are weaker than thosePaper prisons boys use to keep flies in; more contemptible,Since our is to preserve earth-worms. Didst thou ever seen A lark in a cage? Such is the soul in the body: this worldIs like her little turf of grass, and the heaven o'er our heads Like her looking-glass, only gives us a miserable knowledge Of the small compass of our prison.”

“Do you not weep? Other sins only speak, murder shreaks out:The element of water moistens the earth,But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.”

“What! because we are poor Shall we be vicious?”

“When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons.”

“Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flow'rs do coverThe friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse and the mole,To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm,And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm,But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men,For with his nails he'll dig them up again.Let holy Church receive him duly,Since he paid the church-tithes truly.”

“Pull and pull strongly for your able strength / Must pull down heaven upon me”

“I am Duchess of Malfi still.”

“Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lustLike diamonds we are cut with our own dust”

“بخت به راستی یک روسپی است:اگر بخششی کند ذره ذره می دهد تا یکباره باز ستاند.”

“Are you out of your princely wits?"What's he? Let me have his beard sawed off and his eyebrows filed more civil!”

“Think't the best voyage that e'er you made like an irregular crab which, though’t goes backward, thinks that it goes right, because it goes its own way.”

“Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle. She died young.”