A promise is binding in the inverse ratio of the numbers to whom it is made.
Thomas De Quincey
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A promise is binding in the inverse ratio of the numbers to whom it is made.
Thomas De Quincey
It was a Sunday afternoon, wet and cheerless; and a duller spectacle this earth of ours has not to show than a rainy Sunday in London.
Thomas De Quincey
Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest. Call for the grandest of all human sentiments, what is that? It is that man should forget his anger before he lies down to sleep.
Thomas De Quincey
Dyspepsy is the ruin of most things: empires, expeditions, and everything else.
Thomas De Quincey
A man who could make so vile a pun would not scruple to pick a pocket.
John Dennis
BALTHAZAR: I have a private coat for Italian stilettos, I can be treacherous with the Walloon, drunk with the Dutch, a chimney-sweeper with the Irish, a gentleman with the Welsh and true arrant thief with the English. What then is my country to me?
Thomas Dekker
ONAELIA: What sort of poets are there?
POET: Two sorts lady: The great poets and the small poets.
ONAELIA: Great and small! Which do you call the great? The fat ones?
Thomas Dekker
You are like common beadles, apt to lash
Almost to death poor wretches not worth striking,
But fawn with slavish flattery on damned vices
So great men act them. You clap hands at those,
Where the true poet indeed doth scorn to gild
A gaudy tomb with glory of his verse,
Which coffins stinking carrion.
Thomas Dekker
One step to human bliss is sweet revenge.
Thomas Dekker
We are ne’er like angels till our passion dies.
Thomas Dekker