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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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He that departs with his own honesty For Vulgar , doth it too dearly buy.
BEN JONSON

Honesty Vulgar
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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Mischief Past Virtue
Get money, still get money, boy, no matter by what means.
BEN JONSON

Boys Mean Money
For they have the authority of years, and out of their intermission do win to themselves a kind of grace-like newness. But the eldest of the present, and newest of the past Language, is the best.
BEN JONSON

Intermission Newest Present Themselves
There is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear.
BEN JONSON

Fear Hell No Prisoner
Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.
BEN JONSON

Disease Mean Music
The dignity of truth is lost with much protesting.
BEN JONSON

Dignity Life Losing
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.
BEN JONSON

Men Teaching Wise
Now we are all fallen, youth from their fear, And age from that which bred it, good example.
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Age Example Fallen Good Youth
Peace is never more than one thought away.
BEN JONSON

Away Harmony More Peace
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.
BEN JONSON

Black Brain House
Hang sorrow, care’ll kill a cat.
BEN JONSON

Care Cat Sorrow
O, for an engine, to keep back all clocks, or make the sun forget his motion!
BEN JONSON

Forget Sun Time
Still may syllables jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Resting never!
BEN JONSON

May Poetry War
The poet is the nearest borderer upon the orator.
BEN JONSON

Orators Oratory Poet
Silence in woman is like speech in man.
BEN JONSON

Men Silence Speech

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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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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