Thomas Nashe Quotes

He that is a traveller must have the back of an ass to bear all, a tongue like the tail of a dog to flatter all, the mouth of a hog to eat all what is set before him, the ear of a merchant to hear all and say nothing; and if this be not the highest step of thraldom, there is no liberty or freedom.

Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath close’d Helen’s eye. I am sick, I must die. Lord, have mercy on us!

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

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king, Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

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

I will confer with thee somewhat gravely, although thou beest a goosecap and hast no judgement.