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Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.

Ben Jonson

Ambition, like a torrent, ne’er looks back; And is a swelling, and the last affection A high mind can put off; being both a rebel Unto the soul and reason, and enforceth All laws, all conscience, treads upon religion, and offereth violence to nature’s self.
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Ambition Conscience Law Rebel Self Soul
My thoughts and I were of another world.
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Another World Thoughts
Freedom doth with degree dispense.
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Degree Dispense Freedom
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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Fruit Sweet Taken
The world knows only two, that’s Rome and I.
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Conceited Fools Rome Two
Fortune, thou hadst no deity, if men Had wisdom.
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Fortune Men
The day For whose returns, and many, all these pray; And so do I.
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Birthday Praying Return
One woman reads another’s character Without the tedious trouble of deciphering
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Character Trouble Women
Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . with joy To see how plump my bags are and my barns.
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Home Joy
Passions are spiritual rebels and raise sedition against the understanding.
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Passion Spiritual Understanding
A good man will avoid the spot of any sin. The very aspersion is grievous, which makes him choose his way in his life, as he would in his journey.
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Aspersion Choose Good Journey Men
Nor for my peace will I go far, As wanderers do, that still do roam, But make my strengths, such as they are, Here in my bosom, and at home.
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Home Stills Wanderers
We are persons of quality, I assure you, and women of fashion, and come to see and to be seen.
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Fashion Quality Women
I now think, Love is rather deaf, than blind, For else it could not be, That she, Whom I adore so much, should so slight me, And cast my love behind.
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Blind Love Slight Thinking
Let argument bear no unmusical sound.
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Argument Bears Sound
Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.
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Lines Sweat Writing

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