No simple word That shall be uttered at our mirthful board, Shall make us sad next morning; or affright The liberty that we’ll enjoy to-night.
BEN JONSONThat old bald cheater, Time.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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Poets are far rarer birds than kings.
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And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow’d them with her odorous foot.
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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 he that once is good, is ever great.
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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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All the wise world is little else, in nature, But parasites or subparasites.
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Still may syllables jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Resting never!
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It is virtue that gives glory; that will endenizen a man everywhere.
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Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.
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You learn nothing about someone by the way they win the fight, you learn everything about the way they lose and keep coming back.
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Hang sorrow, care’ll kill a cat.
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Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.
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True melancholy breeds your perfect fine wit.
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If all you boast of your great art be true; Sure, willing poverty lives most in you.
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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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