Follow a shadow, it still flies you, Seem to fly, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you; Let her alone, she will court you. Say are not women truly, then, Styled but the shadows of us men?
BEN JONSONI know no disease of the soul but ignorance, a pernicious evil, the darkener of man’s life, the disturber of his reason, and common confounder of truth.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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Tis no sin love’s fruits to steal; But the sweet thefts to reveal; To be taken, to be seen, These have crimes accounted been.
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Fortune, that favors fools.
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Great honours are great burdens, but on whom They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads.
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Out of clothes out of countenance, out of countenance out of wit.
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Get money, still get money, boy, no matter by what means.
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Truth is man’s proper good, and the only immortal thing was given to our mortality to use.
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For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.
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Chance will not do the work. Chance sends the breeze; But if the pilot slumber at the helm, The very wind that wafts us tow’rds the port May dash us on the shoals. The steersman’s part Is vigilance, or blow it rough or smooth.
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You are not now to think what’s best to do, As in beginnings, but what must be done, Being thus enter’d; and slip no advantage That may secure you. Let them call it mischief; When it is past, and prosper’d , ’twill be virtue.
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The two chief things that give a man reputation in counsel, are the opinion of his honesty, and the opinion of his wisdom; the authority of those two will persuade.
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If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick
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It is an art to have so much judgment as to apparel a lie well, to give it a good dressing.
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Sweet meat must have sour sauce.
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Many might go to heaven with half the labour they go to hell, if they would venture their industry the right way.
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Wine it is the milk of Venus, And the poet’s horse accounted: Ply it and you all are mounted.
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