Ready writing makes not good writing, but good writing brings on ready writing.
BEN JONSONIf all you boast of your great art be true; Sure, willing poverty lives most in you.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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When a virtuous man is raised, it brings gladness to his friends, grief to his enemies, and glory to his posterity.
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Passions are spiritual rebels and raise sedition against the understanding.
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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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I have no urns, no dusty monuments; No broken images of ancestors, Wanting an ear, or nose; no forged tales Of long descents, to boast false honors from.
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It is a note Of upstart greatness to observe and watch For these poor trifles, which the noble mind Neglects and scorns.
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A good dog deserves a good bone.
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Memory, of all the powers of the mind, is the most delicate and frail.
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Thy praise or dispraise is to me alike; One doth not stroke me, nor the other strike.
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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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The day For whose returns, and many, all these pray; And so do I.
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To the old, long life and treasure; To the young, all health and pleasure.
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Woman, the more careful she is about her face, the more careless about her house.
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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.
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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 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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