Henry Wotton, fully Sir Henry Wotton

Henry
Wotton, fully Sir Henry Wotton
1568
1639

English Diplomat, Poet, Politician and Author

Author Quotes

Tell the truth so as to puzzle and confound your adversaries.

The itch of disputation will prove the scab of the Church.

Then, though darkened, you shall say, when friends fail, and Princes frown, virtue is the roughest way, but proves at night a bed of down.

This man is free from servile bonds of hope to rise or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all.

Well building hat three conditions. Commodity, firmness, and delight.

Where strained, sardonic smiles are glozing still, And grief is forced to laugh against her will.

You meaner beauties of the night, that poorly satisfy our eyes more by your number than your light; you common people of the skies, What are you when the sun shall rise?

So, when my mistress shall be seen iIn form and beauty of her mind, by virtue first, then choice, a queen.

Love lodged in a woman's breast is but a guest.

Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all.

As if the spring were all your own, what are you when the rose is blown?

Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to.

He first deceased, she for a little tried to live without him, liked it not, and died.

I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff, at my best value.

An ambassador is a man of virtue sent to lie abroad for his country; a news-writer is a man without virtue who lies at home for himself

An itch for disputation is the mange of the churches.

Virtue is the roughest way, but proves at night a bed of down.

How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not another’s will;
Whose armor is his honest thought
And simple truth his utmost skill!

Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.

You meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfy our eyes
More by your number than your light;
You common people of the skies,—
What are you when the moon shall rise?

An itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches.
I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men’s stuff.
Idle time not idly spent.
Now all nature seemed in love, and birds had drawn their valentines.

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First Name
Henry
Last Name
Wotton, fully Sir Henry Wotton
Birth Date
1568
Death Date
1639
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English Diplomat, Poet, Politician and Author