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Art hath an enemy call’d ignorance .

Ben Jonson

No simple word That shall be uttered at our mirthful board, Shall make us sad next morning; or affright The liberty that we’ll enjoy to-night.
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Morning Regret Simple
Freedom doth with degree dispense.
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Degree Dispense Freedom
Fear to do base, unworthy things is valor; if they be one to us, to suffer them is valor too.
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Courage Suffering Valor
True melancholy breeds your perfect fine wit.
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Fine Melancholy Perfect Wit
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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Mean Remembrance Rich World
The Devil is an Ass , I do acknowledge it.
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Acknowledge Ass Devil
O! How vain and vile a passion is this fear! What base uncomely things it makes men do.
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Fear Men Passion
In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
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Absence Hope Love Miss Sweet
I am beholden to calumny, that she hath so endeavored to belie me.-It shall make me set a surer guard on myself, and keep a better watch upon my actions.
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Action Calumny Watches
A good man should and must Sit rather down with loss than rise unjust.
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Good Loss Men Rise
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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Mischief Past Virtue
A good dog deserves a good bone.
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Bones Canine Dog
No glass renders a man’s form or likeness so true as his speech.
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Glasses Men Speech
Art hath an enemy call’d ignorance .
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Art Enemy Ignorance
It is as great a spite to be praised in the wrong place, and by a wrong person, as can be done to a noble nature.
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Done Noble Person Wrong
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

Art hath an enemy call’d ignorance .

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