Thomas Kyd Quotes

#1. The less I speak, the more I meditate.

Thomas Kyd

#2. Fear shall force what friendship cannot win.

Thomas Kyd

#3. My soule, poore soule thou talkes of things/ Thou knowest not what, my soule hath sliver wings,/ That mounts me up unto the highest heavens.

Thomas Kyd

#4. Thus must we toil in other men's extremes, That know not how to remedy our own.

Thomas Kyd

#5. Qui jacet in terra non habet unde cadat. In me consumpsit vires fortuna nocendo, Nil superest ut iam possit obesse magis." (loosely translated: "He who lies on the ground can fall no farther. In me, Fortune has exhausted her power of hurting; nothing remains that can harm me anymore.")

Thomas Kyd

#6. I'll trust myself, myself shall be my friend.

Thomas Kyd

#7. 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.

Thomas Kyd

#8. 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.

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#9. My son - and what's a song? A thing begot within a pair of minutes, thereabout, a lump bred up in darkness.

Thomas Kyd

#10. 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.

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#11. Where words prevail not, violence prevails.

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#12. Evil news fly faster still than good.

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#13. BEL-IMPERIA: Oh let me go; for in my troubled eyes
Now may'st thou read that life in passion dies.
HORATIO: Oh stay a while, and I will die with thee;
So shalt thou yield, and yet have conquered me.

Thomas Kyd

#14. Then haste we down to meet thy friends and foes;
To place thy friends in ease, the rest in woes.
For here though death doth end their misery,
I'll there begin their endless tragedy.

Thomas Kyd

#15. Comedies are fit for common wits:
But to present a kingly troop withal,
Give me a stately-written tragedy;
Tragadia cothurnata, fitting kings,
Containing matter, and not common things.

Thomas Kyd