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.
BEN JONSONIf you succeed not, cast not away the quills yet, nor scratch the wainscot, beat not the poor desk, but bring all to the forge and file again; turn it new.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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No man so wise that he may not easily err if he takes no other counsel than his own. He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.
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Were Guilt is, Rage and Courage doth abound.
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Whosoever loves not picture is injurious to truth, and all the wisdom of poetry. Picture is the invention of heaven, the most ancient and most akin to nature. It is itself a silent work, and always one and the same habit.
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It is the highest of earthly honors to be descended from the great and good. They alone cry out against a noble ancestry who have none of their own.
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I glory, more in the cunning purchase of my wealth than in the glad possession.
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A valiant man Ought not to undergo, or tempt a danger, But worthily, and by selected ways, He undertakes with reason, not by chance. His valor is the salt t’ his other virtues, They’re all unseason’d without it.
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Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: ‘Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.
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Soul of the age! The applause! delight! The wonder of our stage!
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God wisheth none should wreck on a strange shelf: To him man’s dearer than to himself.
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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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I know no disease of the soul but ignorance, a pernicious evil, the darkener of man’s life, the disturber of his reason, and common confounder of truth.
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Opinion is a light, vain, crude, and imperfect thing.
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Popular men, They must create strange monsters, and then quell them, To make their arts seem something.
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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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Wine it is the milk of Venus, And the poet’s horse accounted: Ply it and you all are mounted.
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