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Wine it is the milk of Venus, And the poet’s horse accounted: Ply it and you all are mounted.

Ben Jonson

Well, I will scourge those apes, And to these courteous eyes oppose a mirror, As large as is the stage whereon we act; Where they shall see the time’s deformity Anatomised in every nerve, and sinew, With constant courage, and contempt of fear.
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Act Apes Courage Eye Mirror Time
Great honours are great burdens, but on whom They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads.
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Envy Honor Two
A good poet’s made as well as born.
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Born Made Poet
There is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear.
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Fear Hell No Prisoner
Words borrowed of Antiquity do lend a kind of Majesty to style, and are not without their delight sometimes.
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Past Winning Years
A good dog deserves a good bone.
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Bones Canine Dog
Still may syllables jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Resting never!
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May Poetry War
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light Goddess, excellently bright.
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Chair Light Queens Seated Sleep
O! How vain and vile a passion is this fear! What base uncomely things it makes men do.
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Fear Men Passion
Princes that would their people should do well Must at themselves begin, as at the head; For men, by their example, pattern out Their limitations, and regard of laws: A virtuous court a world to virtue draws.
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Example Law Men Patteren People
If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick
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Illness Neurosis Sick
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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Cigarette Smoke Men Smoking
Truth is man’s proper good, and the only immortal thing was given to our mortality to use.
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Men Truth Use
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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Half Heaven Venture
Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps, doth die; And this security, It is the common moth, That eats on wits and arts, and oft destroys them both.
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Art Common Lying Security Sleep
How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!
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Fortune Practise Sports

Wine it is the milk of Venus, And the poet’s horse accounted: Ply it and you all are mounted.

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