Quotes from Thomas Dekker

Were there no women, men might live like gods.

What a heaven is love! O what a hell!

A mask of gold hides all deformities.

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

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

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.

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

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

Sleep: The golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.

Cast away care; he that loves sorrow lengthens not a day, nor can he buy tomorrow.

Funeral grief loathes words.

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

Gold that buys health can never be ill spent.

Honest labor bears a lovely face.

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

The best of men That e'er wore earth about Him was a Sufferer, A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit; The first true gentleman that ever breathed.

Were there no women, men might live like gods.

O, what a heaven is love, O, what a hell

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

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.

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

I to you will open The book of a black sin, deep printed in me. ... My disease lies in my soul.

A mask of gold hides all deformities.

I to you will open The book of a black sin, deep printed in me. … my disease lies in my soul. Thomas Dekker, The Noble Spanish Soldier