Quotes
Quotes - Jonson
It was a mighty while ago.
Hang sorrow! care 'll kill a cat.
As he brews, so shall he drink.
Get money; still get money, boy,
No matter by what means.
Have paid scot and lot there any time this eighteen years.
It must be done like lightning.
There shall be no love lost.
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast.
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.
That old bald cheater, Time.
The world knows only two,--that's Rome and I.
Preserving the sweetness of proportion and expressing itself beyond expression.
Courses even with the sun
Doth her mighty brother run.
Underneath this stone doth lie
As much beauty as could die;
Which in life did harbour give
To more virtue than doth live.
Whilst that for which all virtue now is sold,
And almost every vice,--almighty gold.
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I 'll not look for wine.
Soul of the age,
The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage,
My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie
A little further, to make thee a room.
Marlowe's mighty line.
Small Latin, and less Greek.
He was not of an age, but for all time.
For a good poet's made as well as born.
Sweet swan of Avon!
Underneath this sable hearse
Lies the subject of all verse,--
Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother.
Death, ere thou hast slain another,
Learn'd and fair and good as she,
Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Let those that merely talk and never think,
That live in the wild anarchy of drink.
Still may syllabes jar with time,
Still may reason war with rhyme,
Resting never!
