Quote #4

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, Confused and filled with murder and misdeeds.

More from Thomas Kyd

  1. What outcries pluck me from my naked bed And chill my throbbing heart with trembling fear.
  2. Thus must we toil in other men's extremes, That know not how to remedy our own.
  3. In time the savage bull sustains the yoke, In time all haggard hawks will stoop to lure, In time small wedges cleave the hardest oak, In ti…
  4. Dost thou think to live till his old doublet will make thee a new truss?
  5. Evil news fly faster still than good.
  6. For what's a play without a woman in it?
  7. My son - and what's a son? A thing begot Within a pair of minutes, thereabout: A lump bred up in darkness.
  8. Duly twice a morning Would I be sprinkling it with fountain-water. At last it grew, and grew, and bore, and bore, Till at the length It gre…

All Thomas Kyd quotes