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I glory, more in the cunning purchase of my wealth than in the glad possession.

Ben Jonson

Sweet Swan of Avon! What a sight it were To see thee in our water yet appear.
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Sight Swans Sweet
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.
BEN JONSON

Action Calumny Watches
Hang sorrow, care’ll kill a cat.
BEN JONSON

Care Cat Sorrow
Heaven prepares good men with crosses; but no ill can happen to a good man.
BEN JONSON

Good Man Heaven Men
And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow’d them with her odorous foot.
BEN JONSON

Feet Flower Roots
There is no bounty to be showed to such As have real goodness: Bounty is A spice of virtue; and what virtuous act Can take effect on them that have no power Of equal habitude to apprehend it?
BEN JONSON

Real Spices Virtue
Prevent your day at morning.
BEN JONSON

Day Morning Prevent
Language most shows a man; speak that I may see thee; it springs out of the most retired and inmost parts of us, and is the image of the parent of it, the mind. No glass renders a man’s form or likeness so true as his speech.
BEN JONSON

Glasses Men Spring
It 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.
BEN JONSON

Ancestry Honor Noble
Get money, still get money, boy, no matter by what means.
BEN JONSON

Boys Mean Money
They, who know no evil, will suspect none.
BEN JONSON

Evil Knows Suspect
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.
BEN JONSON

Blow Slumber Wind
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

Air Echoes Parted Sweet Thence
The poet is the nearest borderer upon the orator.
BEN JONSON

Orators Oratory Poet
He that departs with his own honesty For Vulgar , doth it too dearly buy.
BEN JONSON

Honesty Vulgar
Art hath an enemy call’d ignorance .
BEN JONSON

Art Enemy Ignorance

I glory, more in the cunning purchase of my wealth than in the glad possession.

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