Ben Jonson

Tell troth and shame the devil.

We are persons of quality, I assure you, and women of fashion, and come to see and to be seen.

All concord's born of contraries.

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light Goddess, excellently bright.

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.

You are not now to think what's best to do, _x000D_ As in beginnings, but what must be done, _x000D_ Being thus enter'd; and slip no advantage _x000D_ That may secure you. Let them call it mischief; _x000D_ When it is past, and prosper'd , 'twill be virtue.

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.

To struggle when hope is banished! To live when life's salt is gone! To dwell in a dream that's vanished- To endure, and go calmly on!

To speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.

For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.

Still may syllables jar with time,_x000D_ _x000D_ Still may reason war with rhyme,_x000D_ _x000D_ Resting never!

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.

They say Princes learn no art truly, but the art of horsemanship. The reason is, the brave beast is no flatterer. He will throw a prince as soon as his groom.

I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t'inflict another wound. Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death With holy Paul; lest it be thought the breath Of discontent; or that these prayers be For weariness of life, not love of thee.

Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: 'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.

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.

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.

Of all wild beasts preserve me from a tyrant; and of all tame a flatterer.

In the hope to meet_x000D_ _x000D_ Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.

They that know no evil will suspect none.

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.