Thomas Kyd
My son - and what's a song? A thing begot within a pair of minutes, thereabout, a lump bred up in darkness.
Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs.
I'll trust myself, myself shall be my friend.Collection: Trust Myself
Fear shall force what friendship cannot win.Collection: Winning
Evil news fly faster still than good.Collection: Evil
Where words prevail not, violence prevails.Collection: Violence
As I am never better than when I am mad; then methinks I am a brave fellow; then I do wonders: but reason abuseth me, and there's the torment, there's the hell.Collection: Mad
In time the savage bull sustains the yoke; In time all haggard hawks will stoop to lure; In time small wedges cleave the hardest oak, In time the flint is pierced with softest shower, And she in time will fall from her disdain, And rue the sufferance of your friendly pain.Collection: Time
Thus must we toil in other men's extremes, That know not how to remedy our own.Collection: Men
Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; Oh life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs.Collection: Eye