Thomas Middleton


English Dramatist, Playwright and Poet

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From the crown of our head to the sole of our foot.

I never heard of any true affection but 'twas nipped.

On his last legs.

There's no hate lost between us.

As old Chaucer was wont to say, that broad famous English poet.

From thousands of our undone widows.

I smell a rat.

One may derive some wit.

This is the fruit of craft: like him that shoots up high, looks for the shaft, and finds it in his forehead.

T is a stinger.

As the case stands.

Good, happy, swift; there's gunpowder i'th' court, wildfire at midnight in this heedless fury.

In the election of a wife, as in a project of war, to err but once is to be undone forever.

Rivers from bubbling springs have rise at first; and great, from abject things.

This was a good week’s labor.

’T is slight, not strength, that gives the greatest lift.

As true as I live.

Ground not upon dreams, you know they are ever contrary.

Lands mortgaged may return, and more esteem'd, but honesty once pawn'd, is ne'er redeem'd.

Shame sticks ever close to the ribs of honor.

Though I be poor, I'm honest.

A flat case as plain as a pack-staff.

Beat all your feathers as flat down as pancakes.

Ha! What news here? Is the day out a' th' socket that it is noon at midnight? The court up?

Laughter holding both his sides.

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English Dramatist, Playwright and Poet