Garlick maketh a man wynke, drynke, and stynke.

- Thomas Nash

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do s…

- Thomas Nash

As like a church and an ale-house, God and the devell, they manie times dwell neere to ether.

- Thomas Nash

Beauty is but a flower, which wrinkles will devour.

- Thomas Nash

All good things vanish in less than a day, Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year, The earth is hell wh…

- Thomas Nash