Though I am young, and cannot tell
Either what Death or Love is well,
Yet I have heard they both bear darts,
And both do aim at human hearts.
And then again, I have been told
Love wounds with heat, as Death with cold;
So that I fear they do but bring
Extremes to touch, and mean one thing.
As in a ruin we it call
One thing to be blown up, or fall;
Or to our end like way may have
By a flash of lightning, or a wave;
So Love’s inflamèd shaft or brand
May kill as soon as Death’s cold hand;
Except Love’s fires the virtue have
To fight the frost out of the grave.
The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.
Ben JonsonTags: advice
He wil sooner lose his best friend, then his least jest.
Ben JonsonTags: vanity
He knows not his own strength that hath not met adversity.
Ben JonsonWords borrowed of antiquity do lend a kind of majesty to style, and are not without their delight sometimes.
Ben JonsonTags: words language antiquity
There was never a great genius without a touch of madness.
Ben JonsonTags: greatness madness genius touched
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.
Language most shews a man: Speak, that I may see thee.
Ben JonsonRiches, 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!
Ben JonsonTags: virtue
Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.
Ben JonsonTags: virtue
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