Peace is never more than one thought away.
BEN JONSONFollow a shadow, it still flies you, Seem to fly, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you; Let her alone, she will court you. Say are not women truly, then, Styled but the shadows of us men?
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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Nor shall our cups make any guilty men; But at our parting, we will be, as when We innocently met.
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Guilt’s a terrible thing.
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Memory, of all the powers of the mind, is the most delicate and frail.
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What excellent fools religion makes of men.
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Many might go to heaven with half the labour they go to hell, if they would venture their industry the right way.
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That old bald cheater, Time.
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How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!
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Cares that have entered once in the breast, will have whole possession of the rest.
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Fortune, thou hadst no deity, if men Had wisdom.
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All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome
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A good life is a main argument.
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Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: ‘Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.
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All the wise world is little else, in nature, But parasites or subparasites.
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How near to good is what is fair!
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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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Success produces confidence; confidence relaxes industry, and negligence ruins the reputation which accuracy had raised.
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Affliction teacheth a wicked person sometime to pray; prosperity never.
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For he that once is good, is ever great.
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Hell itself must yield to industry.
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Sweet Swan of Avon! What a sight it were To see thee in our water yet appear.
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It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would thou could’st make the time to do so too; I’ll wind thee up no more.
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Ambition makes more trusty slaves than need
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Were Guilt is, Rage and Courage doth abound.
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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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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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He who is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.
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