Quotes by Walter Raleigh
If she undervalue me,
What care I how fair she be?
Go‚ Soul‚ the body’s guest‚
Upon a thankless arrant:
Fear not to touch the best;
The truth shall be thy warrant:
Go‚ since I needs must die‚
And give the world the lie.

Say to the court glows
And shines like rotten wood;
Say to the church‚ it shows
What’s good‚ and doth no good:
If church and court reply‚
Then give them both the lie.
Every fool knoweth that hatreds are the cinders of affection.
So when thou hast, as I
Commanded thee, done blabbing —
Although to give the lie
Deserves no less than stabbing —
Stab at thee he that will,
No stab the soul can kill.
Fain would I, but I dare not; I dare, and yet I may not;
I may, although I care not, for pleasure when I play not.
No man is wise or safe, but he that is honest.
Shall I, like an hermit, dwell
On a rock or in a cell?
Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.
[History] hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but eternity hath triumphed over.
Even such is time, that takes on trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust;
Who, in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days;
But from this earth, this grave, this dust
My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Silence in love bewrays more woe
Than words, though ne’er so witty:
A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity.
Our passions are most like to floods and streams;
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.
Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay.
O eloquent‚ just‚ and mighty Death! whom none could advise‚ thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared‚ thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered‚ thou only hast cast out of the world and despised; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness‚ all the pride‚ cruelty‚ and ambition of man‚ and covered it all over with these two narrow words‚ ''Hic jacet''!
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy Love.
Even such is time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days.
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Whosoever, in writing a modern history, shall follow truth too near the heels, it may happily strike out his teeth.
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