What did George Chapman mean by: Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes. - George Chapman Playwright · England Copy
+ An Englishman, being flattered, is a lamb; threatened, a lion. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Chapman, Englishmen, Lambs, Lions, 0 - George Chapman Playwright · England
+ Who hath no faith to man, to God hath none. Feraz Zeid, June 28, 2023December 12, 2023, George Chapman, 0 - George Chapman Playwright · England
+ Black is a pearl in a woman’s eye. Feraz Zeid, July 12, 2023December 12, 2023, George Chapman, Black, Eye, Jewels, 0 - George Chapman Playwright · England
+ Danger, the spur of all great minds. Feraz Zeid, July 2, 2023December 12, 2023, George Chapman, Great Minds, Mind, Spurs, 0 - George Chapman Playwright · England
+ News as wholesome as the morning air. Feraz Zeid, June 10, 2023December 12, 2023, George Chapman, Air, Morning, News, 0 - George Chapman Playwright · England
+ For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Chapman, Heat, Passion, 0 - George Chapman Playwright · England
+ Promise is most given when the least is said. Feraz Zeid, September 8, 2023December 24, 2023, George Chapman, Keeping Promises, 0 - George Chapman Playwright · England
+ There is a nick in Fortune’s restless wheel For each man’s good. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Chapman, Opportunity, Wheels, 0 - George Chapman Playwright · England
Life is a kind of sleep: old men sleep longest, nor begin to wake but when they are to die. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
