Heaven prepares good men with crosses; but no ill can happen to a good man.
BEN JONSONA 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.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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To struggle when hope is banished! To live when life’s salt is gone! To dwell in a dream that’s vanished- To endure, and go calmly on!
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How ready is heaven to those that pray!
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A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.
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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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He was not of an age, but for all time!
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It is as great a spite to be praised in the wrong place, and by a wrong person, as can be done to a noble nature.
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I have discovered that a famed familiarity in great ones is a note of certain usurpation on the less; for great and popular men feign themselves to be servants to others to make those slaves to them.
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Ambition makes more trusty slaves than need
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Wine it is the milk of Venus, And the poet’s horse accounted: Ply it and you all are mounted.
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If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick
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Ready writing makes not good writing, but good writing brings on ready writing.
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Silence in woman is like speech in man.
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How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!
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He that would have his virtue published, is not the servant of virtue, but glory.
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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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