Thomas Nashe Quotes

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

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.

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.

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

Shape your coat according to your cloth.

Poetry is the honey of all flowers, the quintessence of all sciences, the marrow of wit, and the very phrase of angels.

Blest is that government where no art thrives.

Beauty is but a flower, which wrinkles will devour.

Our learning ought to be our lives' amendment, and the fruits of our private study ought to appear in our public behavior.