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 JONSONIt is the highest of earthly honors to be descended from the great and good. They alone cry out against a noble ancestry who have none of their own.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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Court a mistress, she denies you; let her alone, she will court you.
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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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I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never plotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a thousand.
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Ready writing makes not good writing, but good writing brings on ready writing.
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Follow a shadow, it still flies you, Seem to fly, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you; Let her alone, she will court you. Say are not women truly, then, Styled but the shadows of us men?
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To the old, long life and treasure; To the young, all health and pleasure.
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If men will impartially, and not asquint, look toward the offices and function of a poet, they will easily conclude to themselves the impossibility of any man’s being a good poet without first being a good man.
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Success hath made me wanton.
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My thoughts and I were of another world.
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Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.
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Fortune, thou hadst no deity, if men Had wisdom.
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A valiant man Ought not to undergo, or tempt a danger, But worthily, and by selected ways, He undertakes with reason, not by chance. His valor is the salt t’ his other virtues, They’re all unseason’d without it.
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I now think, Love is rather deaf, than blind, For else it could not be, That she, Whom I adore so much, should so slight me, And cast my love behind.
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Language most shows a man, speak that I may see thee.
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The burnt child dreads the fire.
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