102 Quotes by John Lyly

If love be a god, why should not lovers be virtuous?

Let the falling out of friends be a renewing of affection.

The wound that bleedeth inward is most dangerous.

Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses; Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip,--the rose Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how) With these, the crystal on his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! hath she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?

When parents put gold into the hands of youth, when they should put a rod under their girdle--when instead of awe they make them past grace, and leave them rich executors of goods, and poor executors of godliness, then it is no marvel that the son being left rich by his father's will, becomes reckless by his own will.

All men [are] of one metal, but not in one mold.

As love knoweth no lawes, so it regardeth no conditions

Far more seemly to have thy study full of books, than thy purse full of money.

I thank you for nothing, because I understand nothing.