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Thomas Nashe Quotes

1567–1600 England

Thomas Nashe (November 1567 – c. 1601) was an English Elizabethan pamphleteer, poet and satirist.

England
Poets
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Also known as: Nashe, Thomas, Thomas Nash

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From winter, plague, and pestilence, good Lord, deliver us.

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

Beauty is but a flower
Which wrinkles will devour.

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

Evermore mayst thou be canonized as the Nonparreille of impious epistlers.

Four Letters (1592)

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

Christ's Tears over Jerusalem (1593)

Blest is that government where no art thrives.

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day.

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

A dream is nothing else but the echo of our conceits in the day.

The Terrors of the Night (1594)

Brightness falls from the air,
Queens have died young and fair,
Dust hath closed Helen's eye.
I am sick, I must die:
Lord, have mercy on us.

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

Dreaming is no other than groaning, while sleep our surgeon hath us in cure.

The Terrors of the Night (1594)

O, 'tis a precious apophthegmatical pedant who will find matter enough to dilate a whole day of the first invention of “Fy, fa, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman.”

Have with You to Saffron-Walden (1596)

A dream is nothing else but a bubbling scum or froth of the fancy, which the day hath left undigested; or an after-feast made of the fragments of idle imaginations.

The Terrors of the Night (1594)

O Gods! that ever anie thing so sweete,
So suddenlie should fade awaie, and fleete!
Hir armes are spread, and I am all unarm’d,
Lyke one with Ovid’s cursed hemlocke charm’d

Strength stoops unto the grave,
Worms feed on Hector brave,
Swords may not fight with fate,
Earth still holds ope her gate.
Come, come, the bells do cry.
I am sick, I must die.

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

What is Logicke but the highe waie to wrangling, contayning in it a world of bibble babble. Neede we anie of your Greeke, Latine, Hebrue, or anie such gibbrige, when wee have the word of God in English?

An Almond for a Parrot (1590)

Adieu, farewell earth’s bliss,
This world uncertain is,
Fond are life’s lustful joys,
Death proves them all but toys,
None from his darts can fly;
I am sick, I must die:
Lord, have mercy on us.

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

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 wee, to witta woo!

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

Fair Summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore:
So fair a summer look for never more.
All good things vanish, less than in a day,
Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay.
Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year;
The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear.

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Thomas Nashe (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.