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The burnt child dreads the fire.

Ben Jonson

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.
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Art Common Lying Security Sleep
No man so wise that he may not easily err if he takes no other counsel than his own. He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.
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Easily May Men Taught Wise
My thoughts and I were of another world.
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Another World Thoughts
Folly often goes beyond her bounds, but impudence knows none.
BEN JONSON

Folly Impudence Rudeness
Nor shall our cups make any guilty men; But at our parting, we will be, as when We innocently met.
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Cup Drinking Men
Calumnies are answered best with silence.
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Advice Silence
Cut Men’s throats with whisperings.
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Cutting Men Whispering
Language most shows a man; speak that I may see thee; it springs out of the most retired and inmost parts of us, and is the image of the parent of it, the mind. No glass renders a man’s form or likeness so true as his speech.
BEN JONSON

Glasses Men Spring
Your highest female grace is silence.
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Female Grace Silence
Passions are spiritual rebels and raise sedition against the understanding.
BEN JONSON

Passion Spiritual Understanding
Many punishments sometimes, and in some cases, as much discredit a prince as many funerals a physician.
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Funeral Physicians Punishment
Nor for my peace will I go far, As wanderers do, that still do roam, But make my strengths, such as they are, Here in my bosom, and at home.
BEN JONSON

Home Stills Wanderers
The two chief things that give a man reputation in counsel, are the opinion of his honesty, and the opinion of his wisdom; the authority of those two will persuade.
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Honesty Men Persuade Simple Two Wisdom
Sweet Swan of Avon! What a sight it were To see thee in our water yet appear.
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Sight Swans Sweet
And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow’d them with her odorous foot.
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Feet Flower Roots
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

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