black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

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

Ben Jonson

There is no doctrine will do good where nature is wanting.
BEN JONSON

Creeds Doctrine Good Waiting
Prevent your day at morning.
BEN JONSON

Day Morning Prevent
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.
BEN JONSON

Art Common Lying Security Sleep
Still may syllables jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Resting never!
BEN JONSON

May Poetry War
Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.
BEN JONSON

Disease Talking
A thankful man owes a courtesy ever; the unthankful but when he needs it.
BEN JONSON

Gratitude Men Needs
Freedom doth with degree dispense.
BEN JONSON

Degree Dispense Freedom
Books are faithful repositories, which may be awhile neglected or forgotten, but when they are opened again, will again impart their instruction.
BEN JONSON

Book Faithful May
Many punishments sometimes, and in some cases, as much discredit a prince as many funerals a physician.
BEN JONSON

Funeral Physicians Punishment
To men pressed by their wants all change is ever welcome.
BEN JONSON

Change Men Want Welcome
The world knows only two, that’s Rome and I.
BEN JONSON

Conceited Fools Rome Two
Whom hatred frights, let him not dream of sovereignty.
BEN JONSON

Dream Hate Hatred
True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in the worth and choice.
BEN JONSON

Friendship Happiness Positive
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.
BEN JONSON

Air Echoes Parted Sweet Thence
Sweet meat must have sour sauce.
BEN JONSON

Meat Swans Sweet
Fortune, thou hadst no deity, if men Had wisdom.
BEN JONSON

Fortune Men

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

Related Topics

Popular Authors

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

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Ben Jonson Quotes