And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow’d them with her odorous foot.
BEN JONSONWhere dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps, doth die; And this security, It is the common moth, That eats on wits and arts, and oft destroys them both.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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As it is a great point of art, when our matter requires it, to enlarge and veer out all sail, so to take it in and contract it is of no less praise when the argument doth ask it.
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Get money, still get money, boy, no matter by what means.
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The soul of man is infinite in what it covets.
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Rich apparel has strange virtues; it makes him that hath it without means esteemed for an excellent wit; he that enjoys it with means puts the world in remembrance of his means.
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Court a mistress, she denies you; let her alone, she will court you.
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He that is respectless in his courses oft sells his reputation at cheap market.
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Guilt’s a terrible thing.
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Calumnies are answered best with silence.
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Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.
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Indeed there’s a woundy luck in names.
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Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.
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Heaven prepares good men with crosses; but no ill can happen to a good man.
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Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink
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True melancholy breeds your perfect fine wit.
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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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In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
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The burnt child dreads the fire.
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A good dog deserves a good bone.
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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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I see compassion may become a justice, though it be a weakness, I confess, and nearer a vice than a virtue.
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Money never made any man rich, but his mind. He that can order himself to the law of nature, is not only without the sense, but the fear of poverty.
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All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome
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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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How ready is heaven to those that pray!
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Fortune, that favors fools.
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I’ll give anything for a good copy now, be it true or false, so it be news.
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