Thomas Nashe Quotes

#1. Shape your coat according to your cloth.

Thomas Nashe

#2. Beauty is but a flower, which wrinkles will devour.

Thomas Nashe

#3. Are you in want of amusement nowadays? Then play a little at the game of getting a living. There was never anything equal to it. Do it temperately, though, and don't sweat.

Henry David Thoreau

#4. I read nonfiction almost exclusively - both for research and also for pleasure. When I read fiction, it's almost always in the thriller genre, and it needs to rivet me in the opening few chapters.

Dan Brown

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

Thomas Nashe

#6. Talking. According to Marc, I could talk the color off a crayon.

Rachel Vincent

#7. Blest is that government where no art thrives.

Thomas Nashe

#8. 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

#9. It doesn't matter where you are, you are nowhere compared to where you can go.

Bob Proctor

#10. From winter, plague and pestilence, good lord, deliver us!

Thomas Nashe

#11. 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

#12. 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

#13. My eyes are green, Cause I eat a lot of vegetables,
It don't have nothing to do with your new friend

Erykah Badu

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

Thomas Nashe

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

Thomas Nashe

#16. 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

#17. Lada looked up into her father's eyes, deep-set and etched with years of cunning and cruelty. She nodded, then held out her hand. "The daughter of Wallachia wants her knife back."
Vlad smiled and gave it to her.

Kiersten White