Thomas Dekker Quotes

Thou’rt one of those That thinks each woman thy fond flexible whore.

I have the head now of myself, and am man enough for a woman.

I have no humour to marry; I love to lie o’ both sides of the bed myself; and again, o’ th’other side.

This wench we speak of strays so from her kind, Nature repents she made her; ’tis a mermaid Has tolled my son to shipwreck.

That great fishpond.

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise; Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby, Rock them, rock them, lullaby.