Cares that have entered once in the breast, will have whole possession of the rest.
BEN JONSONThe burnt child dreads the fire.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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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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He that would have his virtue published, is not the servant of virtue, but glory.
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Language most shows a man; speak that I may see thee; it springs out of the most retired and inmost parts of us, and is the image of the parent of it, the mind. No glass renders a man’s form or likeness so true as his speech.
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Affliction teacheth a wicked person sometime to pray; prosperity never.
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Ready writing makes not good writing, but good writing brings on ready writing.
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Man and wife make one fool.
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I see compassion may become a justice, though it be a weakness, I confess, and nearer a vice than a virtue.
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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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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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That I might live alone once with my gold! O, ’tis a sweet companion! kind and true: A man may trust it when his father cheats him, Brother, or friend, or wife. O wondrous pelf! That which makes all men false, is true itself.
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Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.
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How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!
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Vice Is like a fury to the vicious mind, And turns delight itself to punishment.
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Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace Robes loosely flowing, hair as free Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
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Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps, doth die; And this security, It is the common moth, That eats on wits and arts, and oft destroys them both.
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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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In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.
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Our whole life is like a play.
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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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Cut Men’s throats with whisperings.
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It is virtue that gives glory; that will endenizen a man everywhere.
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Honor’s a good brooch to wear in a man’s hat at all times.
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Hell itself must yield to industry.
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He threatens many that hath injured one.
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Folly often goes beyond her bounds, but impudence knows none.
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I perceive affection makes a fool Of any man too much the father.
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