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Folly often goes beyond her bounds, but impudence knows none.

Ben Jonson

I have no urns, no dusty monuments; No broken images of ancestors, Wanting an ear, or nose; no forged tales Of long descents, to boast false honors from.
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Broken Honor Long
A thankful man owes a courtesy ever; the unthankful but when he needs it.
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Gratitude Men Needs
How near to good is what is fair!
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Fairs Good Goodness Near
There is no doctrine will do good where nature is wanting.
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Creeds Doctrine Good Waiting
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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Father Greatness Son
The world knows only two, that’s Rome and I.
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Conceited Fools Rome Two
A valiant man Ought not to undergo, or tempt a danger, But worthily, and by selected ways, He undertakes with reason, not by chance. His valor is the salt t’ his other virtues, They’re all unseason’d without it.
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Men Salt Way
Love that is ignorant and hatred have almost the same ends.
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Hate Hatred Ignorant
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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Ancestry Honor Noble
Silence in woman is like speech in man.
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Men Silence Speech
A good man should and must Sit rather down with loss than rise unjust.
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Good Loss Men Rise
We are persons of quality, I assure you, and women of fashion, and come to see and to be seen.
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Fashion Quality Women
Vice Is like a fury to the vicious mind, And turns delight itself to punishment.
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Mind Punishment Vices
The burnt child dreads the fire.
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Children Dread Fire
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
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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Air Echoes Parted Sweet Thence

Folly often goes beyond her bounds, but impudence knows none.

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