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tylercurtain: For Thomas Nashe fans!

MerriamWebster: New podcast episode! This week on Word Matters: Thomas Nashe's 8 types of drunkards, and fun with animal plurals

nmjohnson89: "Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king." —Thomas Nashe

clintonthegeek: "...where Pliny is admitted for any purpose, the preacher is using grammatical exegesis in its patristic mode... nearly everything in [Donne's] sermons which has been called 'metaphysical' is really grammatical exegesis." -McLuhan, 'Place of Thomas Nashe...', pg 191

MEMS_Newcastle: Listening to Joe Black on collectors of Nashe: those who collected Shakespeare also collected Nashe. We owe these collectors a great deal in terms of ensuring Nashe's work survives. Though not Thomas Wyse who owned 11 & removed all provenance traces!

ScottAndPark: Scholars differ on the interpretation of this criticism, but most agree that it was Greene's way of saying Shakespeare was reaching above his rank, trying to match better known and educated playwrights like Christopher Marlowe, Thomas Nashe, or Greene himself.

box_spiral: Listening to Daniel Tutt. Music lasts longer. Billie Jean, but as long as, Thomas Nashe?

HelenFJohnson: I won't have time to think of something because I will be too busy reading my book about Thomas Nashe.

alacrates: One thing I did not expect reading through these, is that Thomas Nashe did not exist Getting the sense that Shakespeare is not the only Elizabethan poet who's identity is in question

avoiding_bears: sometimes I log on to this website and see something that is such a Thomas Nashe mood

mbharrington501: Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king, Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! –Thomas Nashe (1567–1601)

platospupil: Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king, Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! –Thomas Nashe (1567–1601)

kevblue777: Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king, Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! –Thomas Nashe (1567–1601)

HelenFJohnson: I still like the long title of my book. The Redemption of Thomas Nashe, the Salvation of Dr. John Faustus by His Loving Family, and The Glorious Resignation Of Evil:  A Tale that Provides Advice You Can Use to Help You Live the Best Life Possible.1

Cao_Li_CHN: Spring, the Sweet Spring (EXCERPT) Thomas Nashe(1567-1601) Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

Matthew_T_Jay: In D.A. Carson's book "How Long O Lord? Reflections on Suffering and Evil" is this poem by Thomas Nashe. We today could benefit from a realistic acknowledgment that our time on this earth is short, let us then live it for the Lord!

BigBashMan_: "I vtterly despaire of them [the Harvye brothers]; or not so much despaire of them, as count them a paire of poor ideots, being not only but also two brothers, two block-heads, two blunderkins, hauing their braines stuft with nought but balder-dash." - Thomas Nashe.

DrSugg: And the answer is... Thomas Nashe. Be honest if you said 'who?'

avoiding_bears: wish I could tell Thomas Nashe this one tbqh

ArthurLWood: Rich men, trust not in wealth, Gold cannot buy you health; Physic himself must fade. All things to end are made, The plague full swift goes by; I am sick, I must die. Lord, have mercy on us! A Litany in Time of Plague by Thomas Nashe

nmjohnson89: "Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king." —Thomas Nashe

ArthurLWood: Fourth recording. A Litany in Time of Plague by Thomas Nashe

HelenFJohnson: I did think about Thomas Nashe's voice as I was making coffee. The way he spells, how you can kind of hear his voice and the way he talks at times based on his spelling. I thought about that and missed that.

allthefrensy: lol 'in my alphabet of idiots I had overstepped the Hs' from Thomas Nashe's 'Strange News' Does this writing style remind you of anybody????

TammyMaltan: A Litany in Time of Plague by Thomas Nashe - Poems the world is still full of love no matter what we are seeing on the news, a time of healing is coming.

wraabe: Thomas Nashe predicted Twitter: "Thou shalt be my uninnocence, and whole sum of delinquishment."

PocketHistory: Nashe, Thomas. 1567-1601. English anti-Puritan satirist, imprisoned on Isle of Dogs with Jonson.

HelenFJohnson: Did Thomas Nashe fall into the sea?

GaryAmdahl: My woe-informed wit conspiring against me with my fortune, my impotent care-crazed style cast off his light wings and betook him to wooden stilts. All agility it forgot, and graveled itself in gross-brained formality.--Thomas Nashe

mental_floss: "Garlic makes a man wink, drink, and stink." - Thomas Nashe, 1594.

SisterHistory: The early modern period is so full of quips and humorous puns, sometimes it is hard to sort through. I was just reading Simon Smell-Knave. What a fantastic name, I say to myself, but of course it ends up being Thomas Nashe most probably. Simon Smell Knave. Ha ha ha.

Jeanv999: Strange Morality : Thomas Nashe – “The Choice of Valentines”

lauraingalli: Without even realizing it, a few months ago I scheduled for Valentine's Day my class on Thomas Nashe's "Choise of Valentines: Nash His Dildo" vis-à-vis Gwerful Mechain's "Poem to the Vagina". I'm very proud of my riotous subconscious.

alacrates: The play makes several allusions to the dispute between Thomas Nashe and Gabriel Harvey - hard to appreciate the significance of this literary argument today, but both Marshall McLuhan and Frances Yates wrote important books which tried to make sense of the issue -

avoiding_bears: I'm not sure what it exactly it was that ruined me for ever, but I am going to blame Thomas Nashe

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HelenFJohnson: I know how to differentiate in spite of the fact that the state doesn’t give anybody differentiated standards because I read Thomas Nashe for fun.

Tiny_Camels: I've just updated the

MuchLoveRia: Adieu, farewell earths blisse, This world uncertaine is, Fond are lifes lustful joyes, Death proves them all but toyes, None from his darts can flye; I am sick, I must dye: Lord, have mercy on us. – Thomas Nashe

queerforster: what does thomas nashe think about market chips

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HelenFJohnson: I mean, I like all kinds of art, but you know. I like Thomas Nashe the best.

gdotbrenner: the thomas nashe print

JollyMollyRoger: "When night in her rusty dungeon has imprisoned our eyesight, and that we are shut separately in our chambers from resort, the devil keeps his audit in our sin-guilty consciences." - Thomas Nashe

ai_curio_bot: thomas nashe's ephemera

rgwakeman: I'm stuck. When Thomas Nashe says that "Urrey" is "one of the principal places where the herring is caught" where is he referring to...?

PhD_Pataphysics: Thomas Nashe, The Anatomy of Absurdity

plastic_bio: From winter, plague, & pestilence, good Lord, deliver us. - Thomas Nashe

jgehrwashere: Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king. – Thomas Nashe, "Summer's Last Will and Testament"

lordesfilm: the peasants but with thomas nashe in the 1600s

scarthinbooks: Thomas Nashe died in 1601. Things haven't changed much in the last 420 years. (No, 'Corydon' should not be 'Croydon', despite the mentions of London and Lambeth. We get it right!)

Johncoyote: A Thomas Nashe poem and some of my words.

YouAreTheExpert: A Thomas Nashe poem and some of my words.

llibbythornley: thomas nashe be like

alacrates: The play seems to depict Thomas Nashe (as Moth) and allude to the controversy between Nashe & the poet Gabriel Harvey... McLuhan's PhD thesis was on the Nashe-Harvey affair in the context of classical traditions of learning Frances Yates wrote a book on this early in career

alacrates: Girlfriend allowed me a two hour rant over breakfast on Shakespeare, John Dee, Oxfordianism, Alexander Waugh & Alan Green, Elizabeth I, Thomas Nashe, Giordano Bruno, Henry of Navarre, Rudolph II, and now she's up for watching this

alacrates: Interested to reread Ulysses with McLuhan's insights in mind - that kind of frenetic, puzzle-dense, highly allusive language of Elizabethan writers like Thomas Nashe or Shakespeare that Joyce builds on probably had more of a moral & satirical purpose than I would've known

ElysiumGhost: Thomas Nashe and Gabriel Harvey have also started a contest between themselves to write a play that will please the Privy Council to perform. It's a contest within a contest.

YouAreTheExpert: A Thomas Nashe poem and some of my words.

Johncoyote: A Thomas Nashe poem and some of my words.

HelenFJohnson: The Power of Negativity by Thomas Nashe

HelenFJohnson: I was thinking about my book yesterday, and I know I started writing it because I had nothing better to do, and I thought there was some amazing thing at the bottom of the Thomas Nashe rabbit hole in my memory.

HelenFJohnson: In between that time and now, I have learned some things, imagined some things, had some fun. Do I think the ghost of Thomas Nashe requires me to rehabilitate his legacy? No.

HelenFJohnson: Thomas Nashe always left part of himself private, if you can believe that. McKerrow himself admitted there were times when he could not understand Nashe. I think Nashe was capable of being intelligible. There was something about him that seemed to enjoy being out of reach.

RiviasHunter: In Time of Plague [Adieu, farewell, earth’s bliss] By Thomas Nashe Adieu, farewell, earth’s bliss; This world uncertain is; Fond are life’s lustful joys; Death proves them all but toys; None from his darts can fly; I am sick, I must die.    Lord, have mercy on us! >

Factsofw0rld: 16th-century satirist Thomas Nashe classified drunkards into 8 types: ape-drunk (leaping about), lion-drunk (quarrelsome), swine-drunk (sleepy), sheep-drunk (incoherent), maudlin-drunk (weeping), martin-drunk (drinking oneself sober), goat-drunk (lecherous) & fox-drunk (crafty).

yeppjane: funny to think that an oxbridge college's head porter would often double as the college barber in late c16 (cc Thomas Nashe engaging in a small pamphlet war with trinity college's porter & barber Richard Lichfield).

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herripedia: A pork pie to celebrate 50 years since some of us turned up in Cambridge. Happy days, I thought… The college remembers it differently. Back reading Thomas Nashe, however, and heading back tomorrow to meet up with chums.

RiviasHunter: Spring, the sweet spring By Thomas Nashe Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king, Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:       Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! >

marclauritsen: Lovely defense of dogs by 'Orion' in Thomas Nashe's Summer’s Last Will and Testament. (It goes on for a while.)

ineffable_ao3: Time of Plague

KivrinAiun: Attribution didn't fit in the original tweet, but it's from from Thomas Nashe's PIERCE PENILESSE (1592).

marclauritsen: If you find yourself wanting a synonym for sycophantic try gnathonic (a word I learned from Thomas Nashe)

Paracelsus1092: In Thomas Nashe’s 1594 novel The Unfortunate Traveler, an English earl sums up contemporary English beliefs about Italians when he calls them addicted to “the art of whoring, the art of poisoning, the art of sodomitry.”

Johncoyote: Thomas Nashe words and my thoughts.

alacrates: I think studying Thomas Nashe can shed some light on the Shakespeare authorship question as well

FeinsteinKen: Clapper-claw wasnt that common. Thomas Nashe used it. Hmmm...

marclauritsen: Thomas Nashe was a prince of snarkness. Now reading Pierce Penniless, His Supplication to the Divell (1592) Noticed "not without mustard" several times. Ben Jonson used that phrase in 1599 to ridicule a character arguably based on Wm. Shakespeare.

rgamazingofc_: Beauty is but a flower, which wrinkles will devour.~Thomas Nashe MASHAIYA VIBES SA RALPHGAIL

FeinsteinKen: It's fun that Henry Neville and Thomas Nashe liked the same phrase.

HelenFJohnson: While the adults were attending the wedding in Hell, the children in Helen and Thomas Nashe’s family were at a sleepover, where they wrote and performed the following play. When their parents got home, they performed it for them. Helen and Thomas Nashe loved the play, loved the

HelenFJohnson: ir children, and savored their surroundings for the rest of their lives. Eventually they all died from one cause or another, and it was okay, because they knew this was their destiny. Well, at least Thomas Nashe and Helen did. For the time they had been on the earth, they had

marclauritsen: The title of The Isle of Dogs (suppressed/lost play by Thomas Nashe and Ben Jonson) was written on the Northumberland manuscript, along with that of Richard II and Richard III, and Bacon's and Neville's names. Perhaps in Neville's handwriting.

FAuthorship: Thomas Nashe (baptised November 1567 – c. 1601) was an Elizabethan playwright, poet, satirist and a significant pamphleteer. The quarrel between John Florio and Thomas Nashe can be traced in everything the two men published during their career.

HelenFJohnson: Thomas Nashe might not like Ray Bradbury. Even though I am sure he appreciates the theme of Farenheit 451, Nashe would have felt morally obligated to tell Ray Bradbury some jokes until he laughed.

untogether: of unknown origin, but first recorded in a work by Thomas Nashe, as a term of abuse for a crank or pedant, later coming to denote a whim or fancy

Armentarius: ...Thomas Nashe. In his 1596 work Have With You to Saffron Walden, an attack on his literary enemy Dr Gabriel Harvey, he hectoringly claims that Harvey’s father had prophecied that he ‘would prove another St Thomas a Becket for the Church.’

Armentarius: The next usage that I have found is also Nashe, from 1599, mockingly describing the erection of a chapel in Norwich in his Lenten Stuffe after people had flocked there ‘as it had beene to the shrine of Saint Thomas a Becket’.

Armentarius: Nashe (pictured) was a highly stylistic, playful writer, who carefully employed his language to mock and ridicule his subjects. In general, the ‘a’ middle name is a contraction of ‘of’, so we might expect this to be a variant on Thomas of Becket that Nashe has picked up.

Armentarius: However, I’d argue that Nashe actually invents the usage. The first recorded use of ‘Thomas of Becket’ comes thirteen years after Nashe’s use. Thomas of Becket makes no sense, and seems to be a back-formation from Thomas a Becket, as does the later 'Thomas de Becket' version.

Armentarius: 3) 'Thomas a Becket' is an invention probably of Thomas Nashe in imitation of some of the late-16th century rustic theatre characters, which began to gain in popularity in the late 17th century and was accepted as the correct form in academic literature in the 1760s and 1770s.

mental_floss: "Garlic makes a man wink, drink, and stink." - Thomas Nashe, 1594.

zpyuf1627848276: 66032176756856 while he was investigating the background for his study of Thomas Nashe If you make time for the nonsense it will continue to seek you out.

SGarrier: John Milton Monday, Thomas Nashe Tuesday, William Blake Wednesday, Theophrastus Thursday, Friedrich Schiller Friday, Aristarchus of Samothrace Saturday, Philip Sidney Sunday

HelenFJohnson: Helen smiled without understanding why such a thing needed to be said. She was a writer and she valued Thomas Nashe as a writer so she just nodded lovingly at her favorite person in the whole wide world and they started dancing.

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HelenFJohnson: Sometimes I want to say that but it sounds like excuses. I don't ever forget though. It never diminishes. I just do these things so I won't end up homeless. Thomas Nashe taught me that.

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