Thomas Nashe

Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore: So fair a summer look for never more. All good things vanish, less than…

— Thomas Nashe

Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath…

— Thomas Nashe

“There is not a room in anie mans house, but is pestred and close packed with a camp royeale of divels.”

— Thomas Nashe

The Sun shineth as well on the good as the bad: God from on high beholdeth all the workers of iniquity, as…

— Thomas Nashe

“Grosse plodders they were all, that had some learning and reading, but no wit to make use of it.”

— Thomas Nashe

Poetry is the honey of all flowers, the quintessence of all sciences, the marrow of wit, and the very phrase of angels.

— Thomas Nashe

Immortal Spenser, no frailty hath thy fame but the imputation of this idiot's friendship!

— Thomas Nashe

Beauty is but a flower which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air

— Thomas Nashe

New herrings, new!' we must cry, every time we make ourselves public, or else we shall be christened with a hundred new…

— Thomas Nashe

“Destiny never defames herself but when she lets an excellent poet die.”

— Thomas Nashe

Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king

— Thomas Nashe

Our learning ought to be our lives' amendment, and the fruits of our private study ought to appear in our public behavior.

— Thomas Nashe

Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not…

— Thomas Nashe

“What is Logicke but the highe waie to wrangling, contayning in it a world of bibble babble. Need we anie of your…

— Thomas Nashe

A traveller must have the back of an ass to bear all, a tongue like the tail of a dog to flatter…

— Thomas Nashe

Shape your coat according to your cloth.

— Thomas Nashe

“I'll be your daily Orator to pray that that pure sanguine complexion of yours may never be famished with pot-lucke, that you…

— Thomas Nashe

From winter, plague and pestilence, good lord, deliver us!

— Thomas Nashe

“[N]othing is more odious to the auditor, than the artless tongue of a tedious dolt, which dulls the delight of hearing, and…

— Thomas Nashe

Blest is that government where no art thrives.

— Thomas Nashe

“Incomprehensible is the height of your spirit both in heroical resolution and matters of conceit. Unreprievably perishes that book whatsoever to wastepaper,…

— Thomas Nashe

“Had I a ropemaker to my father, and someone had cast it in my teeth, I would forthwith have written in praise…

— Thomas Nashe