Thy praise or dispraise is to me alike; One doth not stroke me, nor the other strike.
BEN JONSONHow Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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Greatness of name, in the father, ofttimes helps not forth, but overwhelms the son: They stand too near one another. The shadow kills the growth.
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One woman reads another’s character Without the tedious trouble of deciphering
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Fortune, thou hadst no deity, if men Had wisdom.
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Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.
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Now we are all fallen, youth from their fear, And age from that which bred it, good example.
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The two chief things that give a man reputation in counsel, are the opinion of his honesty, and the opinion of his wisdom; the authority of those two will persuade.
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It holds for good polity ever, to have that outwardly in vilest estimation, which inwardly is most dear to us.
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A new disease? I know not, new or old, but it may well be called poor mortals plague for, like a pestilence, it doth infect the houses of the brain till not a thought, or motion, in the mind, be free from the black poison of suspect.
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Calumnies are answered best with silence.
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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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He was not of an age, but for all time!
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Vice Is like a fury to the vicious mind, And turns delight itself to punishment.
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O! How vain and vile a passion is this fear! What base uncomely things it makes men do.
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Memory, of all the powers of the mind, is the most delicate and frail.
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Get money, still get money, boy, no matter by what means.
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Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast, Still to be powder’d, all perfum’d. Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art’s hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
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How ready is heaven to those that pray!
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Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.
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For he that once is good, is ever great.
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True gladness doth not always speak; joy, bred and born but in the tongue, is weak.
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My thoughts and I were of another world.
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Truth is man’s proper good, and the only immortal thing was given to our mortality to use.
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It is virtue that gives glory; that will endenizen a man everywhere.
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It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would thou could’st make the time to do so too; I’ll wind thee up no more.
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If men will impartially, and not asquint, look toward the offices and function of a poet, they will easily conclude to themselves the impossibility of any man’s being a good poet without first being a good man.
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Tell troth and shame the devil.
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