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Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.

Ben Jonson

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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Art Eye Neglect Simplicity Sweet
It is the highest of earthly honors to be descended from the great and good. They alone cry out against a noble ancestry who have none of their own.
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Ancestry Honor Noble
Well, I will scourge those apes, And to these courteous eyes oppose a mirror, As large as is the stage whereon we act; Where they shall see the time’s deformity Anatomised in every nerve, and sinew, With constant courage, and contempt of fear.
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Act Apes Courage Eye Mirror Time
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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Good Man Men Office
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.
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Answer Lines Mention Penend Player Writing
Greatness of name, in the father, ofttimes helps not forth, but overwhelms the son: They stand too near one another. The shadow kills the growth.
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Father Greatness Son
A good king is a public servant.
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Good King Kings Servant
Guilt’s a terrible thing.
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Guilt Terrible Things
Nothing is more short-lived than pride.
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Live Pride Short
God wisheth none should wreck on a strange shelf: To him man’s dearer than to himself.
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Men Strange Wrecks
For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.
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Love May Sake
Chance will not do the work. Chance sends the breeze; But if the pilot slumber at the helm, The very wind that wafts us tow’rds the port May dash us on the shoals. The steersman’s part Is vigilance, or blow it rough or smooth.
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Blow Slumber Wind
Forbear, you things That stand upon the pinnacles of state, To boast your slippery height! when you do fall, You dash yourselves in pieces, ne’er to rise: And he that lends you pity, is not wise.
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Boast Fall Pieces Wise
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.
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Mischief Past Virtue
Nor for my peace will I go far, As wanderers do, that still do roam, But make my strengths, such as they are, Here in my bosom, and at home.
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Home Stills Wanderers
The dignity of truth is lost with much protesting.
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Dignity Life Losing

Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.

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