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I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf.
Eastward Hoe (1605)
The lady of the light, the rosy-fingered Morn,
Rose from the hills.
The Iliads of Homer, Prince of Poets (1611)
Friendship is the cement of two minds,
As of one man the soul and body is;
Of which one cannot sever but the other
Suffers a needful separation.
The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois (1613)
Mourn not inevitable things; thy tears can spring no deeds
To help thee, nor recall thy son: impatience ever breeds
Ill upon ill, makes worst things worse.
Remember thine own verse: "Should heaven turn hell,
For deeds well done, I would do ever well.
Euthymiae Raptus; or The Tears of Peace (1609)
Soon as the white and red mix’d finger’d dame
Had gilt the mountains with her saffron flame.
Homer's Odysses (1614)
Obscurity in affection of words and indigested conceits is pedantical and childish.
Ovid's Banquet of Sense (1595)
And let a scholar all Earth’s volumes carry,
He will be but a walking dictionary.
Euthymiae Raptus; or The Tears of Peace (1609)
All fell upon the high-hair’d oaks, and down their curled brows
Fell bustling to the earth; and up went all the boles and boughs.
The Iliads of Homer, Prince of Poets (1611)
Man is a name of honour for a king.
Bussy D'Ambois (1607)
Fair words never hurt the tongue.
Eastward Hoe (1605)
Not to have want, what riches doth exceed?
Not to be subject, what superior thing?
He that to nought aspires, doth nothing need;
Who breaks no law is subject to no king.
The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois (1613)
How blinde is pride! what eagles we are still
In matters that belong to other men,
What beetles in our own!
All Fools (1605)
O incredulity! the wit of fools,
That slovenly will spit on all things fair,
The coward’s castle, and the sluggard’s cradle.
What man can blame
The Greekes and Trojans to endure, for so admired a Dame,
So many miseries, and so long? In her sweet countenance shine
Lookes like the Godesses.
The Iliads of Homer, Prince of Poets (1611)
I’ll have no more beggars. Fools shall have wealth, and the learned shall live by his wits. I’ll have no more bankrupts.
The Widow's Tears (1612)
His deeds inimitable, like the sea
That shuts still as it opes, and leaves no tracts
Nor prints of precedent for poor men's facts.
Bussy D'Ambois (1607)
Ignorance is the mother of admiration.
The Widow's Tears (1612)
To put a girdle round about the world.
Danger, the spur of all great minds.
Bussy D'Ambois (1607)