Frasi di Thomas Kyd

“Evil news fly faster still than good.”

“Thus must we toil in other men's extremes,
That know not how to remedy our own.”

“What outcries pluck me from my naked bed
And chill my throbbing heart with trembling fear.”

“As 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.”

“In time the savage bull sustains the yoke,
In time all haggard hawks will stoop to lure,
In time small wedges cleave the hardest oak,
In time the flint is pierced with softest shower.”

“For what's a play without a woman in it?”

“Duly twice a morning
Would I be sprinkling it with fountain-water.
At last it grew, and grew, and bore, and bore,
Till at the length
It grew a gallows, and did bear our son,
It bore thy fruit and mine: O wicked, wicked plant.”

“Where words prevail not, violence prevails;

But gold doth more than either of them both.”

“My son – and what's a son? A thing begot
Within a pair of minutes, thereabout:
A lump bred up in darkness.”

“Dost thou think to live till his old doublet will make thee a new truss?”