ThursdayJul 09, 2026
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Thomas Dekker (c. 1572 - August 25, 1632) was an Elizabethan dramatist and pamphleteer, a versatile and prolific writer whose career spanned several decades and brought him into contact with many of the period's most famous dramatists.
Surely man was not created to be an idle fellow; he was not set in this universal orchard to stand still as a tree.
O what a heaven is love! O what a hell!
Arguments, like children, should be like the subject that Begets them.
Sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise.
The calmest husbands make the stormiest wives.
Cast away care, he that loves sorrow Lengthens not a day, nor can buy tomorrow; Money is trash, and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it.
The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breathd.
Honest labor bears a lovely face.
This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.
We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.
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