- Who to himself is law, no law doth need,
- Offends no law, and is a king indeed.
GEORGE CHAPMAN, Bussy D' Ambois
- For one heat, all know, doth drive out another,
- One passion doth expel another still.
GEORGE CHAPMAN, Monsieur D'Olive
They're only truly great who are truly good.
GEORGE CHAPMAN, Revenge for Honour
- Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea
- Loves t'have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind,
- Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts creak,
- And his rapt ship run on her side so low
- That she drinks water, and her keel ploughs air.
GEORGE CHAPMAN, Byron's Conspiracy
- I tell thee Love is Nature's second sun,
- Causing a spring of virtues where he shines.
GEORGE CHAPMAN, All Fools
'Tis immortality to die aspiring.
GEORGE CHAPMAN, Conspiracy of Charles, Duke of Byron
Fair words never hurt the tongue.
GEORGE CHAPMAN, Eastward Ho
- Unless above himself he can
- Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!
GEORGE CHAPMAN, To the Countess of Cumberland
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