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All concord’s born of contraries.
Ben JonsonBen Jonson Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: ‘Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.
Ben JonsonBen Jonson Ambition, like a torrent, never looks back.
Ben JonsonBen Jonson The dignity of truth is lost with much protesting.
Ben JonsonBen Jonson Freedom doth with degree dispense.
Ben JonsonBen Jonson Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times.
Ben JonsonBen Jonson There is no bounty to be showed to such As have real goodness: Bounty is A spice of virtue; and what virtuous act Can take effect on them that have no power Of equal habitude to apprehend it?
Ben JonsonBen Jonson I perceive affection makes a fool Of any man too much the father.
Ben JonsonBen Jonson Court a mistress, she denies you; let her alone, she will court you.
Ben JonsonBen Jonson Nor shall our cups make any guilty men; But at our parting, we will be, as when We innocently met.
Ben JonsonBen Jonson Force works on servile natures, not the free.
Ben JonsonBen Jonson It is virtue that gives glory; that will endenizen a man everywhere.
Ben JonsonBen Jonson Queen and huntress, chaste and fair Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light Goddess, excellently bright.
Ben JonsonBen Jonson They, who know no evil, will suspect none.
Ben JonsonBen Jonson 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 JonsonBen Jonson Wine it is the milk of Venus, And the poet’s horse accounted: Ply it and you all are mounted.
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