John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Ben Jonson. (1572–1637) (continued) |
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| Have paid scot and lot there any time this eighteen years. |
| Every Man in his Humour. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
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| It must be done like lightning. |
| Every Man in his Humour. Act iv. Sc. v. |
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| There shall be no love lost. 1 |
| Every Man out of his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| That old bald cheater, Time. |
| The Poetaster. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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| The world knows only two,—that ’s Rome and I. |
| Sejanus. Act v. Sc. 1. |
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| Preserving the sweetness of proportion and expressing itself beyond expression. |
| The Masque of Hymen. |
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| Courses even with the sun Doth her mighty brother run. |
| The Gipsies Metamorphosed. |
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| 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. |
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| Whilst that for which all virtue now is sold, And almost every vice,—almighty gold. 3 |
| Epistle to Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland. |
| Note 1. There is no love lost between us.—Cervantes: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. xxxiii. [back] |
| Note 2. A translation from Bonnefonius. [back] |
| Note 3. The flattering, mighty, nay, almighty gold.—John Wolcot: To Kien Long, Ode iv. Almighty dollar.—Washington Irving: The Creole Village. [back] |