Truth is man’s proper good, and the only immortal thing was given to our mortality to use.
BEN JONSONI 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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Ambition, like a torrent, never looks back.
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The pipe marks the point at which the orangutan ends and man begins.
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Love that is ignorant and hatred have almost the same ends.
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Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.
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Tis no sin love’s fruits to steal; But the sweet thefts to reveal; To be taken, to be seen, These have crimes accounted been.
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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.
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Greatness of name, in the father, ofttimes helps not forth, but overwhelms the son: They stand too near one another. The shadow kills the growth.
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If you succeed not, cast not away the quills yet, nor scratch the wainscot, beat not the poor desk, but bring all to the forge and file again; turn it new.
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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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To the old, long life and treasure; To the young, all health and pleasure.
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One woman reads another’s character Without the tedious trouble of deciphering
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For a man to write well, there are required three necessaries: to read the best authors, observe the best speakers, and much exercise of his own style.
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Popular men, They must create strange monsters, and then quell them, To make their arts seem something.
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No simple word That shall be uttered at our mirthful board, Shall make us sad next morning; or affright The liberty that we’ll enjoy to-night.
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Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.
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