Blueness doth express trueness.
BEN JONSONI am beholden to calumny, that she hath so endeavored to belie me.-It shall make me set a surer guard on myself, and keep a better watch upon my actions.
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Chance will not do the work. Chance sends the breeze; But if the pilot slumber at the helm, The very wind that wafts us tow’rds the port May dash us on the shoals. The steersman’s part Is vigilance, or blow it rough or smooth.
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In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.
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Many might go to heaven with half the labour they go to hell, if they would venture their industry the right way.
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The soul of man is infinite in what it covets.
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Sweet meat must have sour sauce.
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I have been at my book; and am now past the craggy paths of study, and come to the flowery plains of honour and reputation
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A good man should and must Sit rather down with loss than rise unjust.
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Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.
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Money never made any man rich, but his mind. He that can order himself to the law of nature, is not only without the sense, but the fear of poverty.
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Fear to do base, unworthy things is valor; if they be one to us, to suffer them is valor too.
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As it is a great point of art, when our matter requires it, to enlarge and veer out all sail, so to take it in and contract it is of no less praise when the argument doth ask it.
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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.
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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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To the old, long life and treasure; To the young, all health and pleasure.
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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.
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