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John Fletcher
John Fletcher
- Death hath so many doors to let out life.
- Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.The Honest Man's Fortune epilogue - Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes,
Brother to Death. - Whistle and she'll come to you.Wit Without Money act 4, sc. 4; see Burns