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
time dust joy
Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust.
change heaven world
There is nothing exempt from the peril of mutation; the earth, heavens, and whole world is thereunto subject.
life self divine
Divine is Love and scorneth worldly pelf, And can be bought with nothing but with self.
writing history may
Whosoever in writing a modern history shall follow the truth too near the heels it may haply strike out his teeth.
wise history may
In a word, we may gather out of History a policy no less wise than I eternal; by the comparison and application of other mens fore-passed miseries with our own like errours and ill-deservings.
manners ill unborn
Better were it to be unborn than to be ill bred.
bears may bribery
No mortal thing can bear so high a price, But that with mortal thing it may be bought.
plant seeds
Corrupt seeds bring forth corrupt plants.
life mother passion
What is our life? A play of passion. Our mirth the music of division. Our mother's wombs the tyring houses be, Where we are drest for this short Comedy.
ambition thinking littles
Covetous ambition, thinking all too little which presently it hath, supposeth itself to stand in need of that which it hath not.
cheer giving abuse
Bad language or abuse, I never, never use, Whatever the emergency; Though 'Bother it' I may Occasionally say, I never use a big, big D : What, never? : No, never! : What never? : Well, hardly ever! : Hardly ever swears a big, big D Then give three cheers, and one cheer more, For the well-bred Captain of the Pinafore!
sea england shipping
Our shipping and sea service is our best and safest defence as being the only fortification and rampart of England.
eye june rose
But in vain she did conjure him, To depart her presence so, Having a thousand tongues t' allure him And but one to bid him go. When lips invite, And eyes delight, And cheeks as fresh as rose in June, Persuade delay,-- What boots to say Forego me now, come to me soon.
time dark dust
Even such isTime, which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have, And pays us but with age and dust, Who in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways Shuts up the story of our days, And from which earth, and grave, and dust The Lord shall raise me up, I trust.