Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes. — George Chapman Copy Share Image
Tis immortality to die aspiring, As if a man were taken quick to heaven. — George Chapman Copy Share Image
Extremes, though contrary, have the like effects. Extreme heat kills, and so extreme cold: extreme love breeds satiety, and so extreme hatred; and too… — George Chapman Copy Share Image
I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling… — George Chapman Copy Share Image
Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance. — George Chapman Copy Share Image
For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still. — George Chapman Copy Share Image
Young men think old men are fools; but old men know young men are fools. — George Chapman Copy Share Image
Fortune, the great commandress of the world, Hath divers ways to advance her followers: To some she gives honor without deserving; To other some,… — George Chapman Copy Share Image
He is at no end of his actions blestWhose ends will make him greatest, and not best. — George Chapman Copy Share Image
Who to himself is law, no law doth need, offends no law, and is a king indeed. — George Chapman Copy Share Image
