He threatens many that hath injured one.
BEN JONSONCourt a mistress, she denies you; let her alone, she will court you.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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The day For whose returns, and many, all these pray; And so do I.
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How near to good is what is fair!
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He was not of an age, but for all time!
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Affliction teacheth a wicked person sometime to pray; prosperity never.
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Heaven prepares good men with crosses; but no ill can happen to a good man.
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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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Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times.
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Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.
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Cares that have entered once in the breast, will have whole possession of the rest.
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Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.
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It is virtue that gives glory; that will endenizen a man everywhere.
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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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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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Court a mistress, she denies you; let her alone, she will court you.
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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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There is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear.
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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.
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A good life is a main argument.
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In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
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If you succeed not, cast not away the quills yet, nor scratch the wainscot, beat not the poor desk, but bring all to the forge and file again; turn it new.
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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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Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink
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Fortune, that favors fools.
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A thankful man owes a courtesy ever; the unthankful but when he needs it.
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Love that is ignorant and hatred have almost the same ends.
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Who will not judge him worthy to be robbed That sets his doors wide open to a thief, And shows the felon where his treasure lies?
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