Sir John Davies

What more than madness reigns, when one short sitting many hundreds drains.

— Sir John Davies

Much like a subtle spider which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; If aught do touch the utmost…

— Sir John Davies

We may conceive an hope that the next generation will in tongue and heart and every way else become English; so as…

— Sir John Davies

Deeds are males, words females are.

— Sir John Davies

Hence it is that old men do plant young trees, the fruit whereof another age shall take.

— Sir John Davies

For what made that in glory shine so long But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings?

— Sir John Davies

Thou art true and honest as a dog.

— Sir John Davies

Dancing is a frenzyand a rage.

— Sir John Davies

Wit,--the pupil of the soul's clear eye.

— Sir John Davies

If aught can teach us aught, Affliction's looks, Making us pry into ourselves so, near, Teach us to know ourselves, beyond all…

— Sir John Davies

These wickets of the soul are plac'd so high, Because all sounds do highly move aloft; And that they may not pierce…

— Sir John Davies

I know myself a Man-- Which is a proud and yet a wretched thing.

— Sir John Davies

I know my soul hath power to know all things, Yet is she blind and ignorant in all: I know I'm one…

— Sir John Davies

Zeal without knowledge is the sister of folly.

— Sir John Davies

This is the slowest, yet the daintiest sense; For ev'n the ears of such as have no skill, Perceive a discord, and…

— Sir John Davies