George Chapman

Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.
The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.

Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.
The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.

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

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

Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed
over the face of the whole earth. But as read more

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.

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

Fortune, the great commandress of the world,
Hath divers ways to advance her followers:
To some she read more

Fortune, the great commandress of the world,
Hath divers ways to advance her followers:
To some she gives honor without deserving;
To other some, deserving without honor;
Some wit, some wealth,--and some, wit without wealth;
Some wealth without wit; some nor wit nor wealth.