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.

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.