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 JONSONMany punishments sometimes, and in some cases, as much discredit a prince as many funerals a physician.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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It is less dishonor to hear imperfectly than to speak imperfectly. The ears are excused; the understanding is not.
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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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Success produces confidence; confidence relaxes industry, and negligence ruins the reputation which accuracy had raised.
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I do honor the very flea of his dog.
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Sweet Swan of Avon! What a sight it were To see thee in our water yet appear.
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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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A good dog deserves a good bone.
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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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Fortune, that favors fools.
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To the old, long life and treasure; To the young, all health and pleasure.
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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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For a man to write well, there are required three necessaries: to read the best authors, observe the best speakers, and much exercise of his own style.
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Forbear, you things That stand upon the pinnacles of state, To boast your slippery height! when you do fall, You dash yourselves in pieces, ne’er to rise: And he that lends you pity, is not wise.
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Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.
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Art hath an enemy call’d ignorance .
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