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.
BEN JONSONPrevent your day at morning.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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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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I have discovered that a famed familiarity in great ones is a note of certain usurpation on the less; for great and popular men feign themselves to be servants to others to make those slaves to them.
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In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.
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Calumnies are answered best with silence.
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I’ll give anything for a good copy now, be it true or false, so it be news.
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To speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.
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It is virtue that gives glory; that will endenizen a man everywhere.
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Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink
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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?
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Very few men are wise by their own council, or learned by their own teaching. For he that was only taught by himself, had a fool for a master.
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Folly often goes beyond her bounds, but impudence knows none.
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I do honor the very flea of his dog.
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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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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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Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.
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