Quotes by Thomas Kyd

“I'll trust myself, myself shall be my friend.””

“That that is good for the body is likewise good for the soul.””

“Fear shall force what friendship cannot win.””

“Qui jacet in terra non habet unde cadat. In me consumpsit vires fortuna nocendo, Nil superest ut iam possit obesse magis." (loosely translated: "He who lies on the ground can fall no farther. In me, Fortune has exhausted her power of hurting; nothing remains that can harm me anymore.")””

“I am never better than when I am mad: then methinks I am a brave fellow; then I do wonders: but reason abuseth me, and there's the torment, there's the hell.””

“Comedies are fit for common wits: But to present a kingly troop withal, Give me a stately-written tragedy; , fitting kings, Containing matter, and not common things.””

“Where words prevail not, violence prevails; But gold doth more than either of them both.””

“Then haste we down to meet thy friends and foes;To place thy friends in ease, the rest in woes.For here though death doth end their misery,I'll there begin their endless tragedy.””

“A guilty conscience, urged with the thoughtOf former evils, easily cannot err.””

“HIERONIMO. See, who knock there.PEDRO. It is a painter, sir. HIERONIMO. Bid him come in, and paint some comfort. For surely there's none lives but painted comfort””

“BEL-IMPERIA: Oh let me go; for in my troubled eyesNow may'st thou read that life in passion dies.HORATIO: Oh stay a while, and I will die with thee;So shalt thou yield, and yet have conquered me.””

“I list not trust the air With utterance of our pretence therein, For fear the privy whisp'ring of the wind Convey our words amongst unfriendly ears, That lie too open to advantages.””

“Under feigned jest Are things conceal'd that else would breed unrest.””

“Canst paint a doleful cry?””

“I think Horatio be my destin'd plague: First, in his hand he brandished a sword, And with that sword he fiercely waged war, And in that war he gave me dangerous wounds, And by those wounds he forced me to yield, And by my yielding I became his slave. Now in his mouth he carries pleasing words, Which pleasing words do harbour sweet conceits, Which sweet conceits are lim'd with sly deceits, Which sly deceits smooth Bellimperia's ears, And through her ears dive down into her heart, And in her heart set him, where I should stand.””