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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

He that would have his virtue published, is not the servant of virtue, but glory.
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Glory Servant Virtue
Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink
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Anarchy Drinking Thinking
Where it concerns himself, Who’s angry at a slander, makes it true.
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Angry Concern Slander
Cut Men’s throats with whisperings.
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Cutting Men Whispering
Who will not judge him worthy to be robbed That sets his doors wide open to a thief, And shows the felon where his treasure lies?
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Doors Judgment Lying Treasure
Blueness doth express trueness.
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Color Trueness
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
True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in the worth and choice.
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Friendship Happiness Positive
Honor’s a good brooch to wear in a man’s hat at all times.
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Hate Honor Men Time
All the wise world is little else, in nature, But parasites or subparasites.
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Little Wise World
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light Goddess, excellently bright.
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Chair Light Queens Seated Sleep
I perceive affection makes a fool Of any man too much the father.
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Father Men Parent
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
The poet is the nearest borderer upon the orator.
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Orators Oratory Poet
He threatens many that hath injured one.
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Crime Injured Threaten
Of all wild beasts preserve me from a tyrant; and of all tame a flatterer.
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Beast Flattery Tyrant

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.

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