Aristotle was the first accurate critic and truest judge nay, the greatest philosopher the world ever had; for he noted the vices of all knowledges, in all creatures, and out of many men’s perfections in a science he formed still one Art.
BEN JONSONQueen 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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The day For whose returns, and many, all these pray; And so do I.
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For a man to write well, there are required three necessaries: to read the best authors, observe the best speakers, and much exercise of his own style.
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I’ll give anything for a good copy now, be it true or false, so it be news.
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Follow a shadow, it still flies you, Seem to fly, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you; Let her alone, she will court you. Say are not women truly, then, Styled but the shadows of us men?
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No glass renders a man’s form or likeness so true as his speech.
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What excellent fools religion makes of men.
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Hang sorrow, care’ll kill a cat.
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He who is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.
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Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I’ll not look for wine.
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The way to rise is to obey and please.
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Art hath an enemy call’d ignorance .
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If men will impartially, and not asquint, look toward the offices and function of a poet, they will easily conclude to themselves the impossibility of any man’s being a good poet without first being a good man.
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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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Nor shall our cups make any guilty men; But at our parting, we will be, as when We innocently met.
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Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace Robes loosely flowing, hair as free Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
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