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 JONSONNow we are all fallen, youth from their fear, And age from that which bred it, good example.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.
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Reader look, not on his picture but his book.
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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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Ambition, like a torrent, ne’er looks back; And is a swelling, and the last affection A high mind can put off; being both a rebel Unto the soul and reason, and enforceth All laws, all conscience, treads upon religion, and offereth violence to nature’s self.
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Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . with joy To see how plump my bags are and my barns.
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Honor’s a good brooch to wear in a man’s hat at all times.
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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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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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It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would thou could’st make the time to do so too; I’ll wind thee up no more.
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Where it concerns himself, Who’s angry at a slander, makes it true.
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Nor shall our cups make any guilty men; But at our parting, we will be, as when We innocently met.
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I am beholden to calumny, that she hath so endeavored to belie me.-It shall make me set a surer guard on myself, and keep a better watch upon my actions.
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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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True melancholy breeds your perfect fine wit.
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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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