Thomas Middleton Quotes

Beneath the stars, upon yon meteor Ever hung my fate, ’mongst things corruptible; I ne’er could pluck it from him. My loathing Was prophet to the rest, but ne’er believed.

Paper blushes not.

I’m up to the chin in heaven.

I shall run mad with joy.

There’s scarce a thing but is both loved and loathed.

Now I know She had rather wear my pelt tanned in a pair Of dancing pumps.

Our eyes are sentinels unto our judgements And should give certain judgement what they see; But they are rash sometimes and tell us wonders Of common things, which when our judgements find, They can then check the eyes and call them blind.

Lie soft, sleep hard, drink wine, and eat good cheer.

But you are dull, nothing comes nimbly from you; you dance like a plumber’s daughter and deserve two thousand pound in lead to your marriage, and not in goldsmith’s ware.