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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.

Ben Jonson

To struggle when hope is banished! To live when life’s salt is gone! To dwell in a dream that’s vanished- To endure, and go calmly on!
BEN JONSON

Dream Life Struggle Vanish
A thankful man owes a courtesy ever; the unthankful but when he needs it.
BEN JONSON

Gratitude Men Needs
Books are faithful repositories, which may be awhile neglected or forgotten, but when they are opened again, will again impart their instruction.
BEN JONSON

Book Faithful May
Love that is ignorant and hatred have almost the same ends.
BEN JONSON

Hate Hatred Ignorant
That old bald cheater, Time.
BEN JONSON

Bald Cheater Old Time
Where 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.
BEN JONSON

Art Common Lying Security Sleep
The Devil is an Ass , I do acknowledge it.
BEN JONSON

Acknowledge Ass Devil
The burnt child dreads the fire.
BEN JONSON

Children Dread Fire
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

Food Romantic Wine
It is virtue that gives glory; that will endenizen a man everywhere.
BEN JONSON

Giving Men Virtue
Calumnies are answered best with silence.
BEN JONSON

Advice Silence
Freedom doth with degree dispense.
BEN JONSON

Degree Dispense Freedom
Indeed there’s a woundy luck in names.
BEN JONSON

Indeed Luck Names Woundy
O, for an engine, to keep back all clocks, or make the sun forget his motion!
BEN JONSON

Forget Sun Time
Were Guilt is, Rage and Courage doth abound.
BEN JONSON

Guilt Guilty Shame
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.
BEN JONSON

Cigarette Smoke Men Smoking

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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