John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Ben Jonson. (1572–1637) (continued) |
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| 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. |
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| Still may syllabes jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Resting never! |
| Underwoods. Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme. |
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| 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. |
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| 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) |
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| I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exit. 3 |
| Duchess of Malfi. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
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| ’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. |
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| 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 drown’d himself in ’t. |
| The White Devil. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| Note 1. They never taste who always drink; They always talk who never think. Matthew Prior: Upon a passage in the Scaligerana. [back] |
| Note 2. What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? Alexander Pope: To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. [back] |
| Note 3. Death hath so many doors to let out life.—Beaumont and Fletcher: The Customs of the Country, act ii. sc. 2. [back] |
| Note 4. See Davies, Quotation 2. [back] |