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It is an art to have so much judgment as to apparel a lie well, to give it a good dressing.

Ben Jonson

I perceive affection makes a fool Of any man too much the father.
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Father Men Parent
Folly often goes beyond her bounds, but impudence knows none.
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Folly Impudence Rudeness
If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick
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Illness Neurosis Sick
A good king is a public servant.
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Good King Kings Servant
It is an art to have so much judgment as to apparel a lie well, to give it a good dressing.
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Art Giving Lying
Woman, the more careful she is about her face, the more careless about her house.
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Faces Home House
Cut Men’s throats with whisperings.
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Cutting Men Whispering
Great honours are great burdens, but on whom They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads.
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Envy Honor Two
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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Blind Love Slight Thinking
What excellent fools religion makes of men.
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Men Religion Religious
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
Out of clothes out of countenance, out of countenance out of wit.
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Clothes Countenance Wit
Freedom doth with degree dispense.
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Degree Dispense Freedom
I have no urns, no dusty monuments; No broken images of ancestors, Wanting an ear, or nose; no forged tales Of long descents, to boast false honors from.
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Broken Honor Long
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
A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.
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Die Fall Flower Night Proportion

It is an art to have so much judgment as to apparel a lie well, to give it a good dressing.

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