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.
BEN JONSONSuccess produces confidence; confidence relaxes industry, and negligence ruins the reputation which accuracy had raised.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers.
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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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I now think, Love is rather deaf, than blind, For else it could not be, That she, Whom I adore so much, should so slight me, And cast my love behind.
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Great honours are great burdens, but on whom They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads.
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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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I know no disease of the soul but ignorance, a pernicious evil, the darkener of man’s life, the disturber of his reason, and common confounder of truth.
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Cares that have entered once in the breast, will have whole possession of the rest.
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Still may syllables jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Resting never!
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Peace is never more than one thought away.
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All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome
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Opinion is a light, vain, crude, and imperfect thing.
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True melancholy breeds your perfect fine wit.
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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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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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Prevent your day at morning.
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