“Incomprehensible is the height of your spirit both in heroical resolution and matters of conceit. Unreprievably perishes that book whatsoever to wastepaper, which on the diamond rock of your judgement disasterly chances to be shipwrecked. A dear lover and cherisher… — Thomas Nashe Copy Share Image
Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore: So fair a summer look for never more. All good things vanish, less than in a… — Thomas Nashe Copy Share Image
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… — Thomas Nashe Copy Share Image
“There is not a room in anie mans house, but is pestred and close packed with a camp royeale of divels.” — Thomas Nashe Copy Share Image
The Sun shineth as well on the good as the bad: God from on high beholdeth all the workers of iniquity, as well as… — Thomas Nashe Copy Share Image
“Grosse plodders they were all, that had some learning and reading, but no wit to make use of it.” — Thomas Nashe Copy Share Image
Poetry is the honey of all flowers, the quintessence of all sciences, the marrow of wit, and the very phrase of angels. — Thomas Nashe Copy Share Image
Immortal Spenser, no frailty hath thy fame but the imputation of this idiot's friendship! — Thomas Nashe Copy Share Image
Beauty is but a flower which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air — Thomas Nashe Copy Share Image
New herrings, new!' we must cry, every time we make ourselves public, or else we shall be christened with a hundred new titles of… — Thomas Nashe Copy Share Image
“Destiny never defames herself but when she lets an excellent poet die.” — Thomas Nashe Copy Share Image
Our learning ought to be our lives' amendment, and the fruits of our private study ought to appear in our public behavior. — Thomas Nashe Copy Share Image
