Ben Jonson

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I now think, Love is rather deaf, than blind, For else it could not be, That she, Whom I adore so much, should so slight me, And cast my love behind.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Love Is
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Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare , rise; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser , or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room; Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live, And we have wits to read , and praise to give .
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Art
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Success hath made me wanton.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Made
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If all you boast of your great art be true; Sure, willing poverty lives most in you.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Art
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Freedom doth with degree dispense.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Degrees
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Tis no sin love's fruits to steal; But the sweet thefts to reveal; To be taken, to be seen, These have crimes accounted been.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Sweet
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Many might go to heaven with half the labour they go to hell, if they would venture their industry the right way.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Heaven
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Ambition makes more trusty slaves than need
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Ambition
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A prince without letters is a Pilot without eyes. All his government is groping.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Eye
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A thankful man owes a courtesy ever; the unthankful but when he needs it.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Gratitude
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Our whole life is like a play.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Life
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He that departs with his own honesty For Vulgar , doth it too dearly buy.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Honesty
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I do honor the very flea of his dog.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Dog
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Nor for my peace will I go far, As wanderers do, that still do roam, But make my strengths, such as they are, Here in my bosom, and at home.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Home
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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.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Time
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Hell itself must yield to industry.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Yield
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Folly often goes beyond her bounds, but impudence knows none.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Rudeness
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Tell troth and shame the devil.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Truth
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Cut Men's throats with whisperings.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Cutting
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Silence in woman is like speech in man.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Men
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The covetous man never has money. The prodigal will have none shortly.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Money
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The man that is once hated, both his good and his evil deeds oppress him.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Hate
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I perceive affection makes a fool Of any man too much the father.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Father
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All the wise world is little else, in nature, But parasites or subparasites.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Wise
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Blueness doth express trueness.
- Ben Jonson
Collection: Color