Walter Raleigh
Walter Raleigh
Sir Walter Raleighwas an English landed gentleman, writer, poet, soldier, politician, courtier, spy, and explorer. He was cousin to Sir Richard Grenville and younger half-brother of Sir Humphrey Gilbert. He is also well known for popularising tobacco in England...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionExplorer
Date of Birth22 January 1552
head heart lies matters
If the heart be right, it matters not which way the head lies
believed gain lying nor speak trusted truth
The gain of lying is, not to be trusted of any, nor to be believed when we speak the truth
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Speaking much is a sign of vanity, for he that is lavish with words is a niggard in deed
talking vanity deeds
Talking much is a sign of vanity, for the one who is lavish with words is cheap in deeds.
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But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
life moving world-and-love
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.
hatred affection
Hatreds are the cinders of affection.
medicine cures
'Tis a sharp medicine, but it will cure all that ails you.
friendship feelings desire
In a letter to a friend the thought is often unimportant, and the feeling, if it be only a desire to entertain him, every thing.
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Use your youth so that you may have comfort to remember it when it has forsaken you, and not sigh and grieve at the account thereof.
beauty years lasts
If thou marry beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which, perchance, will neither last nor please thee one year.
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I am the monarch of the sea, The Ruler of the Queen's Navee, Whose praise Great Britain loudly chants And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
wise honesty men
It would be an unspeakable advantage, both to the public and private, if men would consider that great truth, that no man is wise or safe but he that is honest.
life pain mind
Our bodies are but the anvils of pain and disease and our minds the hives of unnumbered cares.