Thomas Kyd

“Qui jacet in terra non habet unde cadat. In me consumpsit vires fortuna nocendo, Nil superest ut iam possit obesse magis." (loosely…

— Thomas Kyd

Thus must we toil in other men's extremes, That know not how to remedy our own.

— Thomas Kyd

“That that is good for the body is likewise good for the soul.”

— Thomas Kyd

“BEL-IMPERIA: Oh let me go; for in my troubled eyes Now may'st thou read that life in passion dies. HORATIO: Oh stay…

— Thomas Kyd

Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world,…

— Thomas Kyd

Fear shall force what friendship cannot win.

— Thomas Kyd

Evil news fly faster still than good.

— Thomas Kyd

“HIERONIMO. See, who knock there. PEDRO. It is a painter, sir. HIERONIMO. Bid him come in, and paint some comfort. For surely…

— Thomas Kyd

As I am never better than when I am mad; then methinks I am a brave fellow; then I do wonders: but…

— Thomas Kyd

Then haste we down to meet thy friends and foes; To place thy friends in ease, the rest in woes. For here…

— Thomas Kyd

In time the savage bull sustains the yoke; In time all haggard hawks will stoop to lure; In time small wedges cleave…

— Thomas Kyd

“My soule, poore soule thou talkes of things/ Thou knowest not what, my soule hath sliver wings,/ That mounts me up unto…

— Thomas Kyd

“The less I speak, the more I meditate.”

— Thomas Kyd

“Aye, danger mix'd with jealous despite     Shall send thy soul into eternal night!”

— Thomas Kyd

“HIERONIMO. O eyes! no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life! no life, but lively form of death O world! no…

— Thomas Kyd

“Canst paint a doleful cry?”

— Thomas Kyd

“Under feigned jest Are things conceal'd that else would breed unrest.”

— Thomas Kyd

“Let dangers go; thy war shall be with me, But such a war, as breaks no bonds of peace. Speak thou fair…

— Thomas Kyd

Where words prevail not, violence prevails.

— Thomas Kyd

“My grief no heart, my thoughts no tongue can tell.”

— Thomas Kyd

“A guilty conscience, urged with the thought Of former evils, easily cannot err.”

— Thomas Kyd

“Comedies are fit for common wits: But to present a kingly troop withal, Give me a stately-written tragedy; Tragadia cothurnata , fitting…

— Thomas Kyd

“VICEROY OF PORTUGAL. ...My late ambition hath distain'd my faith; My breach of faith occasion'd bloody wars; Those bloody wars have spent…

— Thomas Kyd

“I list not trust the air With utterance of our pretence therein, For fear the privy whisp'ring of the wind Convey our…

— Thomas Kyd

“HIERONIMO. Art a painter? canst paint me a tear, or a wound, a groan, or a sigh?”

— Thomas Kyd