A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.
BEN JONSONTrue happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in the worth and choice.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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Fortune, that favors fools.
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That I might live alone once with my gold! O, ’tis a sweet companion! kind and true: A man may trust it when his father cheats him, Brother, or friend, or wife. O wondrous pelf! That which makes all men false, is true itself.
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To men pressed by their wants all change is ever welcome.
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The man that is once hated, both his good and his evil deeds oppress him.
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Woman, the more careful she is about her face, the more careless about her house.
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A good king is a public servant.
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What excellent fools religion makes of men.
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I see compassion may become a justice, though it be a weakness, I confess, and nearer a vice than a virtue.
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Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers.
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There is no bounty to be showed to such As have real goodness: Bounty is A spice of virtue; and what virtuous act Can take effect on them that have no power Of equal habitude to apprehend it?
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Ambition, like a torrent, never looks back.
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The pipe marks the point at which the orangutan ends and man begins.
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The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.
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Vice Is like a fury to the vicious mind, And turns delight itself to punishment.
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I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t’inflict another wound. Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death With holy Paul; lest it be thought the breath Of discontent; or that these prayers be For weariness of life, not love of thee.
BEN JONSON