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Of all wild beasts preserve me from a tyrant; and of all tame a flatterer.

Ben Jonson

Great honours are great burdens, but on whom They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads.
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Envy Honor Two
If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick
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Illness Neurosis Sick
A good poet’s made as well as born.
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Born Made Poet
The soul of man is infinite in what it covets.
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Infinite Men Soul
Your highest female grace is silence.
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Female Grace Silence
Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.
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Beast Fats Mischief
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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Enough Pulse Sleep Time Wind
Men that talk of their own benefits are not believed to talk of them because they have done them, but to have done them because they might talk of them.
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Benefits Done Men
The pipe marks the point at which the orangutan ends and man begins.
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Men Smoking
I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t’inflict another wound. Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death With holy Paul; lest it be thought the breath Of discontent; or that these prayers be For weariness of life, not love of thee.
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Another Grief Prayer Weariness Wish Wound
What excellent fools religion makes of men.
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Men Religion Religious
True melancholy breeds your perfect fine wit.
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Fine Melancholy Perfect Wit
I know no disease of the soul but ignorance, a pernicious evil, the darkener of man’s life, the disturber of his reason, and common confounder of truth.
BEN JONSON

Ignorance Men Science
The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.
BEN JONSON

Air Echoes Parted Sweet Thence
Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace Robes loosely flowing, hair as free Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
BEN JONSON

Art Eye Neglect Simplicity Sweet
For they have the authority of years, and out of their intermission do win to themselves a kind of grace-like newness. But the eldest of the present, and newest of the past Language, is the best.
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Intermission Newest Present Themselves

Of all wild beasts preserve me from a tyrant; and of all tame a flatterer.

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