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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.

Ben Jonson

He that would have his virtue published, is not the servant of virtue, but glory.
BEN JONSON

Glory Servant Virtue
O, for an engine, to keep back all clocks, or make the sun forget his motion!
BEN JONSON

Forget Sun Time
Popular men, They must create strange monsters, and then quell them, To make their arts seem something.
BEN JONSON

Art Men Monsters
Honor’s a good brooch to wear in a man’s hat at all times.
BEN JONSON

Hate Honor Men Time
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.
BEN JONSON

Action Calumny Watches
It is virtue that gives glory; that will endenizen a man everywhere.
BEN JONSON

Giving Men Virtue
Let argument bear no unmusical sound.
BEN JONSON

Argument Bears Sound
Drink today, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow; Best, while you have it, use your breath; There is no drinking after death.
BEN JONSON

Drinking Sorrow Use
Get money, still get money, boy, no matter by what means.
BEN JONSON

Boys Mean Money
That I might live alone once with my gold! O, ’tis a sweet companion! kind and true: A man may trust it when his father cheats him, Brother, or friend, or wife. O wondrous pelf! That which makes all men false, is true itself.
BEN JONSON

Alone Brother Companions Money Sweet
Cut Men’s throats with whisperings.
BEN JONSON

Cutting Men Whispering
Ambition, like a torrent, never looks back.
BEN JONSON

Ambition Inspiration Looks
Whom hatred frights, let him not dream of sovereignty.
BEN JONSON

Dream Hate Hatred
He threatens many that hath injured one.
BEN JONSON

Crime Injured Threaten
The poet is the nearest borderer upon the orator.
BEN JONSON

Orators Oratory Poet
I would rather have a plain down-right wisdom than a foolish and affected eloquence.
BEN JONSON

Affected Eloquence Foolish

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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