George Chapman

Young men think old men are fools; but old men know young men are fools.

— George Chapman

Obscuritie in affection of words, & indigested concets, is pedanticall and childish...

— George Chapman

Use makes things nothing huge, and huge things nothing.

— George Chapman

None ever loved but at first sight they loved.

— George Chapman

Love is a golden bubble, full of dreams,That waking breaks, and fills us with extremes.

— George Chapman

For your behaviour, let it be free and negligent, not clogged with ceremony or observance; give no man honour, but upon equal terms; for look how much thou giv'st any man above that, so much thou tak'st from thyself.

— George Chapman

And for the authentical truth of either person or actions, who (worth the respecting) will expect it in a poem, whose subject is not truth, but things like truth? Poor envious souls they are that cavil at truth's want in these natural fictions; material instruction, elegant and sententious excitation to virtue, and deflection from her contrary, being the soul, limbs, and limits of an authentical tragedy.

— George Chapman

He that to nought aspires, doth nothing need;Who breaks no law is subject to no king.

— George Chapman

Danger (the spur of all great minds) is everThe curb to your tame spirits.

— George Chapman

Then forth he came, his both knees falt'ring, bothDead weary was he.

— George Chapman

Nor could the foole abstaine,But drunke as often.

— George Chapman

An ill weed grows apace.

— George Chapman

Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.

— George Chapman

Virtue is not malicious; wrong done herIs righted even when men grant they err.

— George Chapman

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

— George Chapman

Let no man value at a little priceIs feather'd oftentimes with heavenly words.

— George Chapman

As night the life-inclining stars best shows,So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.

— George Chapman

Promise is most given when the least is said.

— George Chapman

Great goddess, to whose throne in Cynthian fires,Or die for ever.

— George Chapman

Music, and mood, she loves, but love she hatesTill virtue flourish in the light of light.

— George Chapman

Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fairHer virtues were so rare.

— George Chapman

I tell thee Love is Nature's second sun,Causing a spring of virtues where he shines.

— George Chapman

Cornelia. What flowers are these?Cor. Oh, that's for lover's thoughts.

— George Chapman

How blinde is pride! what eagles we are stillWhat beetles in our own!

— George Chapman

Fortune, the great commandress of the world,To other some, deserving without honour.

— George Chapman

Young men think old men are fools; but old men know young men are fools.

— George Chapman

Keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee. Light gains make heavy purses. 'Tis good to be merry and wise.

— George Chapman

Make ducks and drakes with shillings.

— George Chapman

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.

— George Chapman

Enough 's as good as a feast.

— George Chapman

Fair words never hurt the tongue.

— George Chapman

Let pride go afore, shame will follow after.

— George Chapman

I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf.

— George Chapman

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

— George Chapman

To put a girdle round about the world.

— George Chapman

His deeds inimitable, like the seaNor prints of precedent for poor men's facts.

— George Chapman

So our livesMatter for virtuous deeds, by which we live.

— George Chapman

This was a sleight well mask'd. O, what is man,Unless he be a Politician?

— George Chapman

Who to himself is law no law doth need,Offends no law, and is a king indeed.

— George Chapman

Each natural agent works but to this end,—To render that it works on like itself.

— George Chapman

Man is a name of honour for a king.

— George Chapman

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

— George Chapman

Give me a spirit that on this life's rough seaThat she drinks water, and her keel plows air.

— George Chapman

There is no danger to the man that knowsThat to himself is a law rational.

— George Chapman

He is at no end of his actions blestWhose ends will make him greatest, and not best.

— George Chapman

Achilles' baneful wrath resound, O Goddess, that imposedBetwixt Atrides, king of men, and Thetis' godlike son.

— George Chapman

The lady of the light, the rosy-fingered Morn,Rose from the hills.

— George Chapman

What man can blameLookes like the Godesses.

— George Chapman

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

— George Chapman

As when about the silver moon, when air is free from wind,And all the signs in heaven are seen that glad the shepherd's heart.

— George Chapman

Mourne not inevitable things; thy teares can spring no deedsIll upon ill, makes worst things worse.

— George Chapman

They're only truly great who are truly good.

— George Chapman