George Chapman

He would believe, since he would be believed; Your noblest natures are most credulous.

A good man happy is a common good.

I’ll have no more beggars. Fools shall have wealth, and the learned shall live by his wits. I’ll have no more bankrupts.

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

The blind goddess of fools.

Ignorance is the mother of admiration.

Men’s judgments sway on that side fortune leans.

Love me? Love my dog!

Up start as many aches in's bones, as there are ouches in his skin.

Sole friend to worth, And patroness of all good spirits, Confidence.

We have watered our houses in Helicon.

He that bears himself like a gentleman, is worthy to have been born a gentleman.

And left so free mine ears, That I might hear the music of the spheres, And all the angels singing out of heaven.

God hath made none (that all might be) contented.

Wretched estate of men by fortune blest, That being ever idle never rest.

And let a scholar all Earth’s volumes carry, He will be but a walking dictionary.

Remember thine own verse: "Should heaven turn hell, For deeds well done, I would do ever well.

He is at no end of his actions blest Whose ends will make him greatest, and not best.

Flatterers look like friends, as wolves like dogs.

Be free, all worthy spirits, And stretch yourselves, for greatness and for height.

There is no danger to the man that knows What life and death is; there's not any law Exceeds his knowledge; neither is it lawful That he should stoop to any other law. He goes before them, and commands them all, That to himself is a law …

Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea Loves t' have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind, Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, And his rapt ship run on her side so low That she drinks water, and her keel plows air.

Your wit is of the true Pierian spring, That can make anything of anything.

'Tis immortality to die aspiring, As if a man were taken quick to heaven.