New herrings, new!' we must cry, every time we make ourselves public, or else we shall be christened with a hundred new titles of idiotism.
Thomas NasheImmortal Spenser, no frailty hath thy fame but the imputation of this idiot's friendship!
Thomas NashePoetry is the honey of all flowers, the quintessence of all sciences, the marrow of wit, and the very phrase of angels.
Thomas NasheA traveller must have the back of an ass to bear all, a tongue like the tail of a dog to flatter all, the mouth of a hog to eat what is set before him, the ear of a merchant to hear all and say nothing.
Thomas NasheBeauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath closed Helen's eye.
Thomas Nashe