Cares that have entered once in the breast, will have whole possession of the rest.
BEN JONSONGreatness of name, in the father, ofttimes helps not forth, but overwhelms the son: They stand too near one another. The shadow kills the growth.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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Out of clothes out of countenance, out of countenance out of wit.
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The dignity of truth is lost with much protesting.
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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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When a virtuous man is raised, it brings gladness to his friends, grief to his enemies, and glory to his posterity.
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Nor use too swelling, or ill-sounded words . . . .
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You are not now to think what’s best to do, As in beginnings, but what must be done, Being thus enter’d; and slip no advantage That may secure you. Let them call it mischief; When it is past, and prosper’d , ’twill be virtue.
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I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t’inflict another wound. Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death With holy Paul; lest it be thought the breath Of discontent; or that these prayers be For weariness of life, not love of thee.
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Art hath an enemy call’d ignorance .
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True melancholy breeds your perfect fine wit.
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I have no urns, no dusty monuments; No broken images of ancestors, Wanting an ear, or nose; no forged tales Of long descents, to boast false honors from.
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Who will not judge him worthy to be robbed That sets his doors wide open to a thief, And shows the felon where his treasure lies?
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Words borrowed of Antiquity do lend a kind of Majesty to style, and are not without their delight sometimes.
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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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Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.
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No simple word That shall be uttered at our mirthful board, Shall make us sad next morning; or affright The liberty that we’ll enjoy to-night.
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