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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

All the wise world is little else, in nature, But parasites or subparasites.
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Little Wise World
He was not of an age, but for all time!
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Age Time
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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Men Mistress Shadow
It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would thou could’st make the time to do so too; I’ll wind thee up no more.
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Enough Pulse Sleep Time Wind
Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times.
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Good Time Illustrate Men Stars
Blueness doth express trueness.
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Color Trueness
I perceive affection makes a fool Of any man too much the father.
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Father Men Parent
In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
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Absence Hope Love Miss Sweet
Many might go to heaven with half the labour they go to hell, if they would venture their industry the right way.
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Half Heaven Venture
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
Of all wild beasts preserve me from a tyrant; and of all tame a flatterer.
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Beast Flattery Tyrant
I would rather have a plain down-right wisdom than a foolish and affected eloquence.
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Affected Eloquence Foolish
It is virtue that gives glory; that will endenizen a man everywhere.
BEN JONSON

Giving Men Virtue
Indeed there’s a woundy luck in names.
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Indeed Luck Names Woundy
When a virtuous man is raised, it brings gladness to his friends, grief to his enemies, and glory to his posterity.
BEN JONSON

Enemy Grief Men
Tell troth and shame the devil.
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Devil Shame Truth

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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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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