| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Ben Jonson. (15721637) (continued) |
| | | 2043 | | Have paid scot and lot there any time this eighteen years. |
| Every Man in his Humour. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 2044 | | It must be done like lightning. |
| Every Man in his Humour. Act iv. Sc. v. |
| 2045 | | There shall be no love lost. 1 |
| Every Man out of his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| 2046 | Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast. 2 |
| Epicæne; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 2047 | 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. |
| Epicæne; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 2048 | | That old bald cheater, Time. |
| The Poetaster. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 2049 | | The world knows only two,that s Rome and I. |
| Sejanus. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| 2050 | | Preserving the sweetness of proportion and expressing itself beyond expression. |
| The Masque of Hymen. |
| 2051 | Courses even with the sun Doth her mighty brother run. |
| The Gipsies Metamorphosed. |
| 2052 | Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live. |
| Epitaph on Elizabeth, L. H. |
| 2053 | Whilst that for which all virtue now is sold, And almost every vice,almighty gold. 3 |
| Epistle to Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland. |
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