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Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I’ll not look for wine.

Ben Jonson

How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!
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Fortune Practise Sports
Very few men are wise by their own council, or learned by their own teaching. For he that was only taught by himself, had a fool for a master.
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Men Teaching Wise
To the old, long life and treasure; To the young, all health and pleasure.
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Long Pleasure Treasure
Sweet Swan of Avon! What a sight it were To see thee in our water yet appear.
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Sight Swans Sweet
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
The world knows only two, that’s Rome and I.
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Conceited Fools Rome Two
Ready writing makes not good writing, but good writing brings on ready writing.
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Good Ready Writing
He who is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.
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Art Fool Inspirational
Whom hatred frights, let him not dream of sovereignty.
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Dream Hate Hatred
Our whole life is like a play.
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Life Play Whole
Weigh the meaning and look not at the words.
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Looks Meaning Weigh
Language most shows a man; speak that I may see thee; it springs out of the most retired and inmost parts of us, and is the image of the parent of it, the mind. No glass renders a man’s form or likeness so true as his speech.
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Glasses Men Spring
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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Disease Mean Music
Still 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.
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Art Causes Drest Near Sweet
When a virtuous man is raised, it brings gladness to his friends, grief to his enemies, and glory to his posterity.
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Enemy Grief Men
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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Air Echoes Parted Sweet Thence

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I’ll not look for wine.

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