Silence in love bewrays more woe Than words, though ne’er so witty: A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity.

Walter Raleigh
English statesman, soldier and writer (1552–1618)
37 pieces
- Lived
- 1552–1618
- Born
- Hayes Barton
- Died
- London
- Nationality
- Kingdom of England
- Known as
- politician, sailor, knight, discoverer
- Era
- Renaissance
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Works (37)
Cowards fear to die; but courage stout, Rather than live in snuff, will be put out.
Our passions are most like to floods and streams; The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.
A prince of mean force ought not in any wise to adventure his estate upon one day's fight: for if he be victorious he gaineth nothing but glory; but if he lose, he is utterly ruined.
For whosoever commands the sea commands the trade; whosoever commands the trade of the world commands the riches of the world, and consequently the world itself.
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 …
Whosoever, in writing a modern history, shall follow truth too near the heels, it may happily strike out his teeth.
[History] hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but eternity hath triumphed over.
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.
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, it glows.
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.But fading flowers in every field, To winter floods their treasures yield; A honey'd tongue, …
No man is wise or safe, but he that is honest.
Every fool knoweth that hatreds are the cinders of affection.