Thomas Nashe Quotes

• Evermore mayst thou be canonized as the Nonparreille of impious epistlers.
• 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.
• 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 sing, Cuckoo, jug, jug, pu wee, to witta woo!
• Blest is that government where no art thrives.
• Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour.
• Brightness falls from the air, Queens have died young and fair, Dust hath closed Helen's eye. I am sick, I must die: Lord, have mercy on us.
• From winter, plague, & pestilence, good Lord, deliver us.
• Many will it claim. It makes your life disdain.
• Our learning ought to be our lives' amendment, and the fruits of our private study ought to appear in our public behavior.
• Works by Thomas Nashe at Project Gutenberg
• Thomas Nash's work

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