“I list not trust the air With utterance of our pretence therein, For fear the privy whisp'ring of the wind Convey our words amongst unfriendly ears, That lie too open to advantages.” — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
“Qui jacet in terra non habet unde cadat. In me consumpsit vires fortuna nocendo, Nil superest ut iam possit obesse magis." (loosely translated: "He… — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
Thus must we toil in other men's extremes, That know not how to remedy our own. — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
“BEL-IMPERIA: Oh let me go; for in my troubled eyes Now may'st thou read that life in passion dies. HORATIO: Oh stay a while,… — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass… — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
“HIERONIMO. See, who knock there. PEDRO. It is a painter, sir. HIERONIMO. Bid him come in, and paint some comfort. For surely there's none… — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
As I am never better than when I am mad; then methinks I am a brave fellow; then I do wonders: but reason abuseth… — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
Then haste we down to meet thy friends and foes; To place thy friends in ease, the rest in woes. For here though death… — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
In time the savage bull sustains the yoke; In time all haggard hawks will stoop to lure; In time small wedges cleave the hardest… — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
“My soule, poore soule thou talkes of things/ Thou knowest not what, my soule hath sliver wings,/ That mounts me up unto the highest… — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
