17 Quotes by James Shirley

Knaves will thrive when honest plainness knows not how to live.

The honour is overpaid,When he that did the act is commentator.

When our souls shall leave this dwelling, the glory of one fair and virtuous action is above all the 'scutcheons on our tomb, or silken banners over us.

There is no armour against fate.

Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.

The honor is overpaid, When he that did the act is commentator.

Hark, how chimes the passing bell! There’s no music to a knell; All the other sounds we hear, Flatter, and but cheat our ear. This doth put us still in mind That our flesh must be resigned, And, a general silence made, The world be muffled in a shade.

When our souls shall leave this dwelling, the glory of one fair and virtuous action is above all the ’scutcheons on our tomb, or silken banners over us.