Quotes
Quotes - Lyly
Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
At cards for kisses: Cupid paid.
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows:
Loses them too. Then down he throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple on his chin:
All these did my Campaspe win.
At last he set her both his eyes:
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?
How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,
The morne not waking til she sings.
Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.
Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and pressed downe the more it spreadeth.
The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.
I cast before the Moone.
It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study.
The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble; many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.
He reckoneth without his Hostesse. Love knoweth no lawes.
Did not Jupiter transforme himselfe into the shape of Amphitrio to embrace Alcmæna; into the form of a swan to enjoy Leda; into a Bull to beguile Io; into a showre of gold to win Danae?
Lette me stande to the maine chance.
I mean not to run with the Hare and holde with the Hounde.
It is a world to see.
There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.
A clere conscience is a sure carde.
As lyke as one pease is to another.
Goe to bed with the Lambe, and rise with the Larke.
A comely olde man as busie as a bee.
Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate.
Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is deepest.
Your eyes are so sharpe that you cannot onely looke through a Milstone, but cleane through the minde.
I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.
A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.
Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.
All men [are] of one metal, but not in one mold.
