Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace Robes loosely flowing, hair as free Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
BEN JONSONI glory, more in the cunning purchase of my wealth than in the glad possession.
More Ben Jonson Quotes
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The way to rise is to obey and please.
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There is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear.
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To speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.
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Out of clothes out of countenance, out of countenance out of wit.
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In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
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Of all wild beasts preserve me from a tyrant; and of all tame a flatterer.
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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.
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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.
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Money never made any man rich, but his mind. He that can order himself to the law of nature, is not only without the sense, but the fear of poverty.
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You are not now to think what’s best to do, As in beginnings, but what must be done, Being thus enter’d; and slip no advantage That may secure you. Let them call it mischief; When it is past, and prosper’d , ’twill be virtue.
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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?
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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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Who falls for love of God, shall rise a star.
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Your highest female grace is silence.
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Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.
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