Ben Jonson ( 10 of 57 )
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
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It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it falls and die that night--
It was the plant and flower of Light.
No man is so foolish but he may sometimes give another good counsel, and no man so wise that he read more
No man is so foolish but he may sometimes give another good counsel, and 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.
In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
For a good poet's made, as well as born,
And such wast thou! Look how the father's face
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For a good poet's made, as well as born,
And such wast thou! Look how the father's face
Lives in his issue; even so the race
Of Shakespeare's mind and manner brightly shine
In his well-turned and true-filed lines;
In each of which he seems to shake a lance,
As brandished at the eyes of ignorance.
The world knows only two, that's Rome and I.
The world knows only two, that's Rome and I.
Art hath an enemy called ignorance.
Art hath an enemy called ignorance.
If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick.
If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick.
For he that once is good, is ever great.
For he that once is good, is ever great.
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
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I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
. . . .
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Hang sorrow, care 'll kill a cat.
Hang sorrow, care 'll kill a cat.
