George Chapman Quotes

Use makes things nothing huge, and huge things nothing.

How blinde is pride! what eagles we are still
In matters that belong to other men,
What beetles in our own!

'Tis immortality to die aspiring,
As if a man were taken quick to heaven.

His deeds inimitable, like the sea
That shuts still as it opes, and leaves no tracts
Nor prints of precedent for poor men's facts.

Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no greater friends to Englishmen and England, when they are out on 't, in the world, than they are. And for my own part, I would a hundred thousand of them were there [Virginia]; for we are all one countrymen now, ye know, and we should find ten times more comfort of them there than we do here.

For one heat, all know, doth drive out another,
One passion doth expel another still.

Poetry, unlike oratory, should not aim at clarity... but be dense with meaning, 'something to be chewed and digested'...

As far as white Aurora's dews are sprinkled through the air.

I know an Englishman,
Being flattered, is a lamb; threatened, a lion.

Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.

So our lives
In acts exemplary, not only win
Ourselves good names, but doth to others give
Matter for virtuous deeds, by which we live.

Words writ in waters.

Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream
But of a shadow, summ'd with all his substance.

There is no danger to the man that knows
What life and death is; there's not any law
Exceeds his knowledge; neither is it lawful
That he should stoop to any other law.
He goes before them, and commands them all,
That to himself is a law rational.

Man is a name of honour for a king.