Thomas Nashe

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Beauty is but a flower, which wrinkles will devour.
- Thomas Nashe
Collection: Beauty
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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 what is set before him, the ear of a merchant to hear all and say nothing.
- Thomas Nashe
Collection: Dog
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Shape your coat according to your cloth.
- Thomas Nashe
Collection: Coats
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Poetry is the honey of all flowers, the quintessence of all sciences, the marrow of wit, and the very phrase of angels.
- Thomas Nashe
Collection: Flower
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Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath closed Helen's eye.
- Thomas Nashe
Collection: Beauty
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Blest is that government where no art thrives.
- Thomas Nashe
Collection: Art
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Immortal Spenser, no frailty hath thy fame but the imputation of this idiot's friendship!
- Thomas Nashe
Collection: Idiot
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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.
- Thomas Nashe
Collection: Heart
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Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king
- Thomas Nashe
Collection: Sweet
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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.
- Thomas Nashe
Collection: Summer
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From winter, plague and pestilence, good lord, deliver us!
- Thomas Nashe
Collection: Winter
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New herrings, new!' we must cry, every time we make ourselves public, or else we shall be christened with a hundred new titles of idiotism.
- Thomas Nashe
Collection: Titles