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
eye design wells
Whoso desireth to govern well and securely, it behoveth him to have a vigilant eye to the proceedings of great princes, and to consider seriously of their designs.
writing history may
Whosoever in writing a modern history shall follow the truth too near the heels it may haply strike out his teeth.
life self divine
Divine is Love and scorneth worldly pelf, And can be bought with nothing but with self.
change heaven world
There is nothing exempt from the peril of mutation; the earth, heavens, and whole world is thereunto subject.
book writing acceptance
I can't write a book commensurate with Shakespeare, but I can write a book by me.
beer firsts madness
The first draught serveth for health, the second for pleasure, the third for shame, the fourth for madness.
grieving use may
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.
passion water dumb
Passions are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.
fall anxiety climbs
Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.
famous-love care pale
If she undervalues me, What care I how fair she be?
execution world prison
The world is but a large prison, out of which some are daily selected for execution.
wise honesty safe
No one is wise or safe, but they that are honest.
writing opportunity simple
Historians desiring to write the actions of men, ought to set down the simple truth, and not say anything for love or hatred; also to choose such an opportunity for writing as it may be lawful to think what they will, and write what they think, which is a rare happiness of the time.
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.