Ben Jonson

Our whole life is like a play.

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.

But I do hate him as I hate the devil.

The burnt child dreads the fire.

Drink to me only with thine eyes And I will pledge with mine.

Hood an ass with reverend purple. So you can hide his two ambitious ears and he shall pass for a cathedral doctor.

He was not of an age but for all time.

Keep thy shop and thy shop will keep thee.

Art hath an enemy called ignorance.

Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die.

Indeed there's a woundy luck in names.

Riches, the dumb god that giv'st all men tongues, / That canst do nought, and yet mak'st men do all things; / The price of souls; even hell, with thee to boot, / Is made worth heaven!

Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.

For a man to write well, there are required three necessaries__o read the best authors, observe the best speakers, and much exercise of his own style.

Many might go to heaven with half the labor they go to hell.

I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is groundUpon my flesh t'inflict another wound.Yet dare I not complain, or wish for deathWith holy Paul; lest it be thought the breathOf discontent; or that these prayers beFor weariness of life, not love of thee.

There was never a great genius without a touch of madness.

Language most shews a man: Speak, that I may see thee.