Occupation: Poet Birth: April 16, 1569 Death: December 8, 1626
Wit,--the pupil of the soul's clear eye..
Dancing is a frenzyand a rage..
What more than madness reigns, when one short sitting many hundreds drains..
For what made that in glory shine so long But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings?.
Thou art true and honest as a dog..
We may conceive an hope that the next generation will in tongue and heart and every way else become English; so as there will be no difference or dis….
Zeal without knowledge is the sister of folly..
This is the slowest, yet the daintiest sense; For ev'n the ears of such as have no skill, Perceive a discord, and conceive offence; And knowing not w….
Hence it is that old men do plant young trees, the fruit whereof another age shall take..
These wickets of the soul are plac'd so high, Because all sounds do highly move aloft; And that they may not pierce too violently, They are delay'd w….
If aught can teach us aught, Affliction's looks, Making us pry into ourselves so, near, Teach us to know ourselves, beyond all books, Or all the lear….
Deeds are males, words females are..
I know my soul hath power to know all things, Yet is she blind and ignorant in all: I know I'm one of Nature's little kings, Yet to the least and vil….
Much like a subtle spider which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, She feels it insta….
I know myself a Man-- Which is a proud and yet a wretched thing..