Thomas Nashe quotes

  • A traveller must have the back of an ***** to bear all, a tongue like the tail of a dog to flatter all, the mouth of a hog to eat what is set before him, the ear of a merchant to hear all and say nothing.
    -- Thomas Nashe

    #Dog #Travel #Tails

  • Immortal Spenser, no frailty hath thy fame but the imputation of this idiot's friendship!
    -- Thomas Nashe

    #Idiot #Fame #Frailty

  • New herrings, new!' we must cry, every time we make ourselves public, or else we shall be christened with a hundred new titles of idiotism.
    -- Thomas Nashe

    #Titles #Cry #Hundred

  • Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king
    -- Thomas Nashe

    #Sweet #Kings #Spring

  • Blest is that government where no art thrives.
    -- Thomas Nashe

    #Art #Government #Thrive

  • Shape your coat according to your cloth.
    -- Thomas Nashe

    #Coats #Shapes

  • The Sun shineth as well on the good as the bad: God from on high beholdeth all the workers of iniquity, as well as the upright of heart.
    -- Thomas Nashe

    #Heart #Sun #Workers

  • Our learning ought to be our lives' amendment, and the fruits of our private study ought to appear in our public behavior.
    -- Thomas Nashe

    #Fruit #Study #Behavior

  • From winter, plague and pestilence, good lord, deliver us!
    -- Thomas Nashe

    #Winter #Pestilence #Lord

  • Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath closed Helen's eye.
    -- Thomas Nashe

    #Beauty #Beautiful #Queens

  • Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing- Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay- Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit, In every street these tunes our ears do greet- Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Spring, the sweet Spring!
    -- Thomas Nashe

    #Country #Sweet #Kings

  • Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore: So fair a summer look for never more. All good things vanish, less than in a day, Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay. Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year; The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear.
    -- Thomas Nashe

    #Summer #Men #Years