More from Ben Jonson

  1. For a good poet's made, as well as born.
  2. 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 lo…
  3. Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.
  4. Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps, doth die; And this security, It is the common moth, That eat…
  5. He was not of an age, but for all time.
  6. Rhyme, the rack of finest wits, That expresseth but by fits, True conceit, Spoiling senses of their treasure, Cozening judgement with a mea…
  7. 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 …
  8. Those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink.

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