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Ambition, like a torrent, ne’er looks back; And is a swelling, and the last affection A high mind can put off; being both a rebel Unto the soul and reason, and enforceth All laws, all conscience, treads upon religion, and offereth violence to nature’s self.

Ben Jonson

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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Cigarette Smoke Men Smoking
I would rather have a plain down-right wisdom than a foolish and affected eloquence.
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Affected Eloquence Foolish
In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
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Absence Hope Love Miss Sweet
Calumnies are answered best with silence.
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Advice Silence
Get money, still get money, boy, no matter by what means.
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Boys Mean Money
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
Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: ‘Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.
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Applause Crowns Mind Virtue
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
To the old, long life and treasure; To the young, all health and pleasure.
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Long Pleasure Treasure
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
Chance will not do the work. Chance sends the breeze; But if the pilot slumber at the helm, The very wind that wafts us tow’rds the port May dash us on the shoals. The steersman’s part Is vigilance, or blow it rough or smooth.
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Blow Slumber Wind
Ambition, like a torrent, never looks back.
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Ambition Inspiration Looks
There is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear.
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Fear Hell No Prisoner
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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Art Causes Drest Near Sweet
A new disease? I know not, new or old, but it may well be called poor mortals plague for, like a pestilence, it doth infect the houses of the brain till not a thought, or motion, in the mind, be free from the black poison of suspect.
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Black Brain House
Sweet Swan of Avon! What a sight it were To see thee in our water yet appear.
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Sight Swans Sweet

Ambition, like a torrent, ne’er looks back; And is a swelling, and the last affection A high mind can put off; being both a rebel Unto the soul and reason, and enforceth All laws, all conscience, treads upon religion, and offereth violence to nature’s self.

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Ambition, like a torrent, ne’er looks back; And is a swelling, and the last affection A high mind can put off; being both a rebel Unto the soul and reason, and enforceth All laws, all conscience, treads upon religion, and offereth violence to nature’s self.

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