Thomas Nashe Quotes (5 Quotes)

Blest is that government where no art thrives.

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

Spring 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-we, to-witta-woo The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit In every street these tunes our ears do greet, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo Spring the sweet Spring.

From winter, plague and pestilence, good Lord, deliver us.

A traveler 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.