I have been at my book; and am now past the craggy paths of study, and come to the flowery plains of honour and reputation
BEN JONSONWhosoever loves not picture is injurious to truth, and all the wisdom of poetry. Picture is the invention of heaven, the most ancient and most akin to nature. It is itself a silent work, and always one and the same habit.
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No glass renders a man’s form or likeness so true as his speech.
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Popular men, They must create strange monsters, and then quell them, To make their arts seem something.
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Tell troth and shame the devil.
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My thoughts and I were of another world.
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A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.
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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 less dishonor to hear imperfectly than to speak imperfectly. The ears are excused; the understanding is not.
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The poet is the nearest borderer upon the orator.
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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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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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How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!
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If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick
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Men that talk of their own benefits are not believed to talk of them because they have done them, but to have done them because they might talk of them.
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… the best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor and other tackle.
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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.
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