| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Ben Jonson. (15721637) (continued) |
| | | 2062 | Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink. 1 |
| Underwoods. An Epistle, answering to One that asked to be sealed of the Tribe of Ben. |
| 2063 | Still may syllabes jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Resting never! |
| Underwoods. Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme. |
| 2064 | In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be. |
| Underwoods. To the immortal Memory of Sir Lucius Cary and Sir Henry Morison. III. |
| 2065 | What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew? 2 |
| Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet. |
| | | John Webster. (1580?1634) |
| | | 2066 | I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exit. 3 |
| Duchess of Malfi. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| 2067 | | T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden,the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out. 4 |
| The White Devil. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 2068 | Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river For that some melancholic, distracted man Hath drownd himself in t. |
| The White Devil. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
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