Quotes from Thomas Kyd

Thus must we toil in other men's extremes, That know not how to remedy our own.

Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; Oh life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs.

I'll trust myself, myself shall be my friend.

Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs.

My son - and what's a song? A thing begot within a pair of minutes, thereabout, a lump bred up in darkness.

What outcries call me from my naked bed?

Why then I'll fit you, say no more.When I was young, I gave my mindAnd plied myself to fruitless poetry:Which though it profit the professor naughtYet it is passing pleasing to the world.

O eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears;O life, no life, but lively form of death;O world, no world, but mass of public wrongs,Confused and filled with murder and misdeeds.

The less I speak, the more I meditate.

My soule, poore soule thou talkes of things/ Thou knowest not what, my soule hath sliver wings,/ That mounts me up unto the highest heavens.

Let dangers go; thy war shall be with me, But such a war, as breaks no bonds of peace. Speak thou fair words, I'll cross them with fair words; Send thou sweet looks, I'll meet them with sweet looks; Write loving lines, I'll answer loving lines; Give me a kiss, I'll countercheck thy kiss. Be this our warring peace, or peaceful war.

I'll trust myself, myself shall be my friend.

Qui jacet in terra non habet unde cadat. In me consumpsit vires fortuna nocendo, Nil superest ut iam possit obesse magis." (loosely translated: "He who lies on the ground can fall no farther. In me, Fortune has exhausted her power of hurting; nothing remains that can harm me anymore.")

Fear shall force what friendship cannot win.

HIERONIMO. O eyes! no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life! no life, but lively form of death O world! no world, but mass of public wrongs, Confus'd and fill'd with murder and misdeeds! O sacred heav'ns! if this unhallowed deed, If this inhuman and barbarous attempt, If this incomparable murder thus Of mine, but now no more my son, Shall unreveal'd and unreveng'd pass, How should we term your dealings to be just, If you unjustly deal with those that in your justice trust?

My grief no heart, my thoughts no tongue can tell.

I am never better than when I am mad: then methinks I am a brave fellow; then I do wonders: but reason abuseth me, and there's the torment, there's the hell.

That that is good for the body is likewise good for the soul.

Comedies are fit for common wits: But to present a kingly troop withal, Give me a stately-written tragedy; Tragadia cothurnata , fitting kings, Containing matter, and not common things.

Then haste we down to meet thy friends and foes; To place thy friends in ease, the rest in woes. For here though death doth end their misery, I'll there begin their endless tragedy.

BEL-IMPERIA: Oh let me go; for in my troubled eyes Now may'st thou read that life in passion dies. HORATIO: Oh stay a while, and I will die with thee; So shalt thou yield, and yet have conquered me.

HIERONIMO. See, who knock there. PEDRO. It is a painter, sir. HIERONIMO. Bid him come in, and paint some comfort. For surely there's none lives but painted comfort

Where words prevail not, violence prevails; But gold doth more than either of them both.

A guilty conscience, urged with the thought Of former evils, easily cannot err.