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Tis Not The Wholesome Sharp Mortality, Or Modest Anger Of A Satiric Spirit, That Hurts Or Wounds The Body Of A State, But The Sinister Application Of The Malicious, Ignorant, And Base Interpreter; Who Will Distort And Strain The General Scope And Purpose Of An Author To His Particular And Private Spleen.

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Tis Not The Wholesome

Ben Jonson

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Tis Not The Wholesome Sharp Mortality, Or Modest Anger Of A Satiric Spirit, That Hurts Or Wounds The Body Of A State, But The Sinister Application Of The Malicious, Ignorant, And Base Interpreter; Who Will Distort And Strain The General Scope And Purpose Of An Author To His Particular And Private Spleen.

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A Thankful Man Owes A Courtesy Ever; The Unthankful But When He Needs It.

Affliction Teacheth A Wicked Person Sometime To Pray; Prosperity Never.

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.

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Folly Often Goes Beyond Her Bounds, But Impudence Knows None.

A Good Life Is A Main Argument.

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Fortune, Thou Hadst No Deity, If Men Had Wisdom.

Success Hath Made Me Wanton.

When A Virtuous Man Is Raised, It Brings Gladness To His Friends, Grief To His Enemies, And Glory To His Posterity.

The Way To Rise Is To Obey And Please.

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.

... The Best Pilots Have Need Of Mariners, Besides Sails, Anchor And Other Tackle.

Out Of Clothes Out Of Countenance, Out Of Countenance Out Of Wit.

A Good Man Will Avoid The Spot Of Any Sin. The Very Aspersion Is Grievous, Which Makes Him Choose His Way In His Life, As He Would In His Journey.

Where Dost Thou Careless Lie, Buried In Ease And Sloth? Knowledge That Sleeps, Doth Die; And This Security, It Is The Common Moth, That Eats On Wits And Arts, And Oft Destroys Them Both.

It Is As Great A Spite To Be Praised In The Wrong Place, And By A Wrong Person, As Can Be Done To A Noble Nature.

Come, My Celia, Let Us Prove, While We Can, The Sports Of Love, Time Will Not Be Ours For Ever, He, At Length, Our Good Will Sever; Spend Not Then His Gifts In Vain: Suns That Set May Rise Again; But If Once We Lose This Light, 'tis With Us Perpetual Night. Why Should We Defer Our Joys? Fame And Rumour Are But Toys.

Whom Hatred Frights, Let Him Not Dream Of Sovereignty.

Great Honours Are Great Burdens, But On Whom They Are Cast With Envy, He Doth Bear Two Loads.

I Perceive Affection Makes A Fool Of Any Man Too Much The Father.

O, For An Engine, To Keep Back All Clocks, Or Make The Sun Forget His Motion!

Thy Praise Or Dispraise Is To Me Alike; One Doth Not Stroke Me, Nor The Other Strike.

Heaven Prepares Good Men With Crosses; But No Ill Can Happen To A Good Man.

One Woman Reads Another's Character Without The Tedious Trouble Of Deciphering

True Melancholy Breeds Your Perfect Fine Wit.

It Is Virtue That Gives Glory; That Will Endenizen A Man Everywhere.

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.

I Have Been At My Book; And Am Now Past The Craggy Paths Of Study, And Come To The Flowery Plains Of Honour And Reputation

My Thoughts And I Were Of Another World.

Wine It Is The Milk Of Venus, And The Poet's Horse Accounted: Ply It And You All Are Mounted.

I'll Give Anything For A Good Copy Now, Be It True Or False, So It Be News.

Hell Itself Must Yield To Industry.

He That Departs With His Own Honesty For Vulgar , Doth It Too Dearly Buy.

Ambition, Like A Torrent, Ne'er Looks Back; And Is A Swelling, And The Last Affection A High Mind Can Put Off; Being Both A Rebel Unto The Soul And Reason, And Enforceth All Laws, All Conscience, Treads Upon Religion, And Offereth Violence To Nature's Self.

How Fortune Piles Her Sports When She Begins To Practise Them!

I Know No Disease Of The Soul But Ignorance, A Pernicious Evil, The Darkener Of Man's Life, The Disturber Of His Reason, And Common Confounder Of Truth.

Aristotle Was The First Accurate Critic And Truest Judge Nay, The Greatest Philosopher The World Ever Had; For He Noted The Vices Of All Knowledges, In All Creatures, And Out Of Many Men's Perfections In A Science He Formed Still One Art.

Silence In Woman Is Like Speech In Man.

Now We Are All Fallen, Youth From Their Fear, And Age From That Which Bred It, Good Example.

All Concord's Born Of Contraries.

Honor's A Good Brooch To Wear In A Man's Hat At All Times.

Poets Are Far Rarer Birds Than Kings.

It Is An Art To Have So Much Judgment As To Apparel A Lie Well, To Give It A Good Dressing.

Drink Today, And Drown All Sorrow; You Shall Perhaps Not Do It Tomorrow; Best, While You Have It, Use Your Breath; There Is No Drinking After Death.

Peace Is Never More Than One Thought Away.

As It Is A Great Point Of Art, When Our Matter Requires It, To Enlarge And Veer Out All Sail, So To Take It In And Contract It Is Of No Less Praise When The Argument Doth Ask It.

Men That Talk Of Their Own Benefits Are Not Believed To Talk Of Them Because They Have Done Them, But To Have Done Them Because They Might Talk Of Them.

Cut Men's Throats With Whisperings.

The Pipe Marks The Point At Which The Orangutan Ends And Man Begins.

Success Produces Confidence; Confidence Relaxes Industry, And Negligence Ruins The Reputation Which Accuracy Had Raised.

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?

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.

How Ready Is Heaven To Those That Pray!

Let Those That Merely Talk And Never Think, That Live In The Wild Anarchy Of Drink

Whom The Disease Of Talking Still Once Posses-seth, He Can Never Hold His Peace.

Spread Yourself Upon His Bosom Publicly, Whose Heart You Would Eat In Private.

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?

Princes That Would Their People Should Do Well Must At Themselves Begin, As At The Head; For Men, By Their Example, Pattern Out Their Limitations, And Regard Of Laws: A Virtuous Court A World To Virtue Draws.

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Many Punishments Sometimes, And In Some Cases, As Much Discredit A Prince As Many Funerals A Physician.

We Are Persons Of Quality, I Assure You, And Women Of Fashion, And Come To See And To Be Seen.

No Man So Wise That He May Not Easily Err If He Takes No Other Counsel Than His Own. He That Is Taught Only By Himself Has A Fool For A Master.

I Glory, More In The Cunning Purchase Of My Wealth Than In The Glad Possession.

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The Soul Of Man Is Infinite In What It Covets.

They, Who Know No Evil, Will Suspect None.

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Good Men But See Death, The Wicked Taste It.

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Nothing Is More Short-lived Than Pride.

No Glass Renders A Man's Form Or Likeness So True As His Speech.

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Tell Troth And Shame The Devil.

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Ambition, Like A Torrent, Never Looks Back.

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If All You Boast Of Your Great Art Be True; Sure, Willing Poverty Lives Most In You.

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If You Succeed Not, Cast Not Away The Quills Yet, Nor Scratch The Wainscot, Beat Not The Poor Desk, But Bring All To The Forge And File Again; Turn It New.

The Day For Whose Returns, And Many, All These Pray; And So Do I.

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.

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.

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.

There Is No Greater Hell Than To Be A Prisoner Of Fear.

Fear To Do Base, Unworthy Things Is Valor; If They Be One To Us, To Suffer Them Is Valor Too.

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.

Sweet Swan Of Avon! What A Sight It Were To See Thee In Our Water Yet Appear.

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.

Forbear, You Things That Stand Upon The Pinnacles Of State, To Boast Your Slippery Height! When You Do Fall, You Dash Yourselves In Pieces, Ne'er To Rise: And He That Lends You Pity, Is Not Wise.

A Prince Without Letters Is A Pilot Without Eyes. All His Government Is Groping.

If I Freely May Discover What Should Please Me In My Lover, I Would Have Her Fair And Witty, Savouring More Of Court Than City; A Little Proud, But Full Of Pity; Light And Humorous In Her Toying, Oft Building Hopes, And Soon Destroying, Long, But Sweet In The Enjoying; Neither Too Easy Nor To Hard; All Extremes I Would Have Barr'd.

Prevent Your Day At Morning.

For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All His Vows Be Such, As What He Loves May Never Like Too Much.

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.

Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best Ideas!

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Court A Mistress, She Denies You; Let Her Alone, She Will Court You.

Neither Do Thou Lust After That Tawny Weed Tobacco.

What Excellent Fools Religion Makes Of Men.

Sweet Meat Must Have Sour Sauce.

Force Works On Servile Natures, Not The Free.

He Threatens Many That Hath Injured One.

Weigh The Meaning And Look Not At The Words.

Your Highest Female Grace Is Silence.

To The Old, Long Life And Treasure; To The Young, All Health And Pleasure.

Opinion Is A Light, Vain, Crude, And Imperfect Thing.

Imperfect Things

That Praises Are Without Reason Lavished On The Dead, And That The Honours Due Only To Are Paid To Antiquity, Is A Complaint Likely To Be Always Continued By Those Who, Being Able To Add Nothing To Truth, Hope For Eminence From The Heresies Of Paradox; Or Those Who, Being Forced By Disappointment Upon Consolatory Expedients, Are Willing To Hope From Posterity What The Present Age Refuses, And Flatter Themselves That The Regard Which Is Yet Denied By Envy Will Be At Last Bestowed By Time.

Man And Wife Make One Fool.

I Have Discovered That A Famed Familiarity In Great Ones Is A Note Of Certain Usurpation On The Less; For Great And Popular Men Feign Themselves To Be Servants To Others To Make Those Slaves To Them.

Blueness Doth Express Trueness.

Many Might Go To Heaven With Half The Labour They Go To Hell, If They Would Venture Their Industry The Right Way.

The Burnt Child Dreads The Fire.

There Is No Doctrine Will Do Good Where Nature Is Wanting.

Books Are Faithful Repositories, Which May Be Awhile Neglected Or Forgotten, But When They Are Opened Again, Will Again Impart Their Instruction.

To Men Pressed By Their Wants All Change Is Ever Welcome.

He That Is Respectless In His Courses Oft Sells His Reputation At Cheap Market.

He That Would Have His Virtue Published, Is Not The Servant Of Virtue, But Glory.

Mischiefs Feed / Like Beasts, Till They Be Fat, And Then They Bleed.

No Man Is So Foolish But May Give Another Good Counsel Sometimes; And No Man Is So Wise, But May Easily Err, If He Will Take No Others Counsel But His Own. But Very Few Men Are Wise By Their Own Counsel; Or Learned By Their Own Teaching. For He That Was Only Taught By Himself Had A Fool To His Master.

A Good King Is A Public Servant.

O! How Vain And Vile A Passion Is This Fear! What Base Uncomely Things It Makes Men Do.

I Do Honor The Very Flea Of His Dog.

Rich Apparel Has Strange Virtues; It Makes Him That Hath It Without Means Esteemed For An Excellent Wit; He That Enjoys It With Means Puts The World In Remembrance Of His Means.

Ods Me I Marle What Pleasure Or Felicity They Have In Taking Their Roguish Tobacco. It Is Good For Nothing But To Choke A Man, And Fill Him Full Of Smoke And Embers.

Cigarette Smoke

True Gladness Doth Not Always Speak; Joy, Bred And Born But In The Tongue, Is Weak.

Doing, A Filthy Pleasure Is, And Short; And Done, We Straight Repent Us Of The Sport: Let Us Not Rush Blindly On Unto It, Like Lustful Beasts, That Only Know To Do It: For Lust Will Languish, And That Heat Decay, But Thus, Thus, Keeping Endless Holy-.

Well, As He Brews, So Shall He Drink.

Still May Syllables Jar With Time, Still May Reason War With Rhyme, Resting Never!

Custom Is The Most Certain Mistress Of Language, As The Public Stamp Makes The Current Money.

All Discourses But My Own Afflict Me; They Seem Harsh, Impertinent, And Irksome

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.

True Happiness Consists Not In The Multitude Of Friends, But In The Worth And Choice.

Passions Are Spiritual Rebels And Raise Sedition Against The Understanding.

Who Casts To Write A Living Line, Must Sweat.

A Lily Of A Day Is Fairer Far In May, Although It Fall And Die That Night, It Was The Plant And Flower Of Light. In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See, And In Short Measures Life May Perfect Be.

Freedom Doth With Degree Dispense.

In The Hope To Meet Shortly Again, And Make Our Absence Sweet.

Nor Use Too Swelling, Or Ill-sounded Words . . . .

A Good Dog Deserves A Good Bone.

Ambition Makes More Trusty Slaves Than Need

Memory, Of All The Powers Of The Mind, Is The Most Delicate And Frail.

Tis The Common Disease Of All Your Musicians That They Know No Mean, To Be Entreated, Either To Begin Or End.

Vice Is Like A Fury To The Vicious Mind, And Turns Delight Itself To Punishment.

Guilt's A Terrible Thing.

Terrible Things

A Good Man Should And Must Sit Rather Down With Loss Than Rise Unjust.

Poor Worms, They Hiss At Me, Whilst I At Home Can Be Contented To Applaud Myself, . . . With Joy To See How Plump My Bags Are And My Barns.

And Where She Went, The Flowers Took Thickest Root, As She Had Sow'd Them With Her Odorous Foot.

How Near To Good Is What Is Fair!

Well, I Will Scourge Those Apes, And To These Courteous Eyes Oppose A Mirror, As Large As Is The Stage Whereon We Act; Where They Shall See The Time's Deformity Anatomised In Every Nerve, And Sinew, With Constant Courage, And Contempt Of Fear.

For A Man To Write Well, There Are Required Three Necessaries: To Read The Best Authors, Observe The Best Speakers, And Much Exercise Of His Own Style.

That Old Bald Cheater, Time.

Very Few Men Are Wise By Their Own Council, Or Learned By Their Own Teaching. For He That Was Only Taught By Himself, Had A Fool For A Master.

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.

The Dignity Of Truth Is Lost With Much Protesting.

No Simple Word That Shall Be Uttered At Our Mirthful Board, Shall Make Us Sad Next Morning; Or Affright The Liberty That We'll Enjoy To-night.

Let Argument Bear No Unmusical Sound.

The Covetous Man Never Has Money. The Prodigal Will Have None Shortly.

Fortune, That Favors Fools.

Indeed There's A Woundy Luck In Names.

Words Borrowed Of Antiquity Do Lend A Kind Of Majesty To Style, And Are Not Without Their Delight Sometimes. For They Have The Authority Of Years, And Out Of Their Intermission Do Win To Themselves A Kind Of Grace-like Newness. But The Eldest Of The Present, And Newest Of The Past Language, Is The Best.

If Men Will Impartially, And Not Asquint, Look Toward The Offices And Function Of A Poet, They Will Easily Conclude To Themselves The Impossibility Of Any Man's Being A Good Poet Without First Being A Good Man.

Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes, And I Will Pledge With Mine; Or Leave A Kiss But In The Cup And I'll Not Look For Wine.

I Remember, The Players Have Often Mentioned It As An Honour To Shakespeare, That In His Writing (whatsoever He Penned) He Never Plotted Out A Line. My Answer Hath Been, Would He Had Blotted A Thousand.

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.

Whosoever Loves Not Picture Is Injurious To Truth, And All The Wisdom Of Poetry. Picture Is The Invention Of Heaven, The Most Ancient And Most Akin To Nature. It Is Itself A Silent Work, And Always One And The Same Habit.

To Speak And To Speak Well Are Two Things. A Fool May Talk, But A Wise Man Speaks.

The Devil Is An Ass , I Do Acknowledge It.

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