And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow’d them with her odorous foot.
BEN JONSONTrue happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in the worth and choice.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
-
-
Guilt’s a terrible thing.
BEN JONSON -
Well, as he brews, so shall he drink.
BEN JONSON -
Who falls for love of God, shall rise a star.
BEN JONSON -
I glory, more in the cunning purchase of my wealth than in the glad possession.
BEN JONSON -
That I might live alone once with my gold! O, ’tis a sweet companion! kind and true: A man may trust it when his father cheats him, Brother, or friend, or wife. O wondrous pelf! That which makes all men false, is true itself.
BEN JONSON -
A 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.
BEN JONSON -
How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!
BEN JONSON -
Honor’s a good brooch to wear in a man’s hat at all times.
BEN JONSON -
Peace is never more than one thought away.
BEN JONSON -
Words borrowed of Antiquity do lend a kind of Majesty to style, and are not without their delight sometimes.
BEN JONSON -
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.
BEN JONSON -
To men pressed by their wants all change is ever welcome.
BEN JONSON -
Ambition, like a torrent, ne’er looks back; And is a swelling, and the last affection A high mind can put off; being both a rebel Unto the soul and reason, and enforceth All laws, all conscience, treads upon religion, and offereth violence to nature’s self.
BEN JONSON -
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 JONSON -
Language most shows a man; speak that I may see thee; it springs out of the most retired and inmost parts of us, and is the image of the parent of it, the mind. No glass renders a man’s form or likeness so true as his speech.
BEN JONSON