21 Quotes by Thomas Nashe

Immortal Spenser, no frailty hath thy fame but the imputation of this idiot’s friendship!

New herrings, new!? we must cry, every time we make ourselves public, or else we shall be christened with a hundred new titles of idiotism.

Why shoulde I goe gadding and fisgigging after firking flantado Amphibologies, wit is wit, and good will is good will.