John Lyly Quotes

That honourable estate of Matrimony, which was sanctified in Paradise, allowed of the Patriarches, hallowed of the olde Prophets, and commended of al persons.

He reckoneth without his Hostesse. Love knoweth no lawes.

The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble; many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.

It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study.

I cast before the Moone.

The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.

Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and pressed downe the more it spreadeth.

Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.

As lyke as one pease is to another.

A clere conscience is a sure carde.

There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.

How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,
The morne not waking til she sings.

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 lips, the rose
Growing one's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple of 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 for thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?

Fish and guests in three days are stale.