Reader look, not on his picture but his book.
BEN JONSONStill to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast, Still to be powder’d, all perfum’d. Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art’s hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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Cares that have entered once in the breast, will have whole possession of the rest.
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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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A valiant man Ought not to undergo, or tempt a danger, But worthily, and by selected ways, He undertakes with reason, not by chance. His valor is the salt t’ his other virtues, They’re all unseason’d without it.
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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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Queen 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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Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.
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It holds for good polity ever, to have that outwardly in vilest estimation, which inwardly is most dear to us.
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No man so wise that he may not easily err if he takes no other counsel than his own. He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.
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It is a note Of upstart greatness to observe and watch For these poor trifles, which the noble mind Neglects and scorns.
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Force works on servile natures, not the free.
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O, for an engine, to keep back all clocks, or make the sun forget his motion!
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Let argument bear no unmusical sound.
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For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.
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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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