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John Lyly (1553 – 1606)


English writer, best known for his Euphues (1579).
John Lyly
It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study.
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Is it not true which Seneca reporteth, that as too much bending breaketh the bowe, so too much remission spoyleth the minde?
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Rather fast then surfette, rather starue then striue to exceede.




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Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and pressed downe the more it spreadeth.
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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 lips, the rose
Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the crystal of 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! has she done this for thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?
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There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.
John Lyly
Goe to bed with the Lambe, and rise with the Larke.
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That honourable estate of Matrimony, which was sanctified in Paradise, allowed of the Patriarches, hallowed of the olde Prophets, and commended of al persons.
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Your eyes are so sharpe that you cannot onely looke through a Milstone, but cleane through the minde.
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A clere conscience is a sure carde.
John Lyly
Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate.




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He reckoneth without his Hostesse. Love knoweth no lawes.
John Lyly
Lette me stande to the maine chance.
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It is a world to see.
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How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,
The morne not waking til she sings.
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I mean not to run with the Hare and holde with the Hounde.
John Lyly
I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.
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The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble; many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.
John Lyly
Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is deepest.
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A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.


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