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Many might go to heaven with half the labour they go to hell, if they would venture their industry the right way.

Ben Jonson

Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.
BEN JONSON

Beast Fats Mischief
I’ll give anything for a good copy now, be it true or false, so it be news.
BEN JONSON

False Giving News True
Cut Men’s throats with whisperings.
BEN JONSON

Cutting Men Whispering
I have discovered that a famed familiarity in great ones is a note of certain usurpation on the less; for great and popular men feign themselves to be servants to others to make those slaves to them.
BEN JONSON

Men Popularity Slave
When a virtuous man is raised, it brings gladness to his friends, grief to his enemies, and glory to his posterity.
BEN JONSON

Enemy Grief Men
There is no doctrine will do good where nature is wanting.
BEN JONSON

Creeds Doctrine Good Waiting
I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never plotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a thousand.
BEN JONSON

Answer Lines Mention Penend Player Writing
To men pressed by their wants all change is ever welcome.
BEN JONSON

Change Men Want Welcome
Woman, the more careful she is about her face, the more careless about her house.
BEN JONSON

Faces Home House
Truth is man’s proper good, and the only immortal thing was given to our mortality to use.
BEN JONSON

Men Truth Use
Memory, of all the powers of the mind, is the most delicate and frail.
BEN JONSON

Frail Memories Mind
You are not now to think what’s best to do, As in beginnings, but what must be done, Being thus enter’d; and slip no advantage That may secure you. Let them call it mischief; When it is past, and prosper’d , ’twill be virtue.
BEN JONSON

Mischief Past Virtue
Nor shall our cups make any guilty men; But at our parting, we will be, as when We innocently met.
BEN JONSON

Cup Drinking Men
Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.
BEN JONSON

Lines Sweat Writing
Out of clothes out of countenance, out of countenance out of wit.
BEN JONSON

Clothes Countenance Wit
The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.
BEN JONSON

Air Echoes Parted Sweet Thence

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