Quotes
Quotes - Jonson
In small proportions we just beauties see,
And in short measures life may perfect be.
What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew,
Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew?
In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
He knows not his own strength that hath not met adversity.
No man is so foolish but he may sometimes give another good counsel, and no man so wise that he may not easily err if he takes no other counsel than his own. He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.
Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast, Still to be powder'd, all perfum'd. Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Apes are apes though clothed in scarlet.
Nay, if he take you in hand, sir, with an argument, He'll bray you in a mortar.
Art hath an enemy called ignorance.
The world knows only two, that's Rome and I.
'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal; But the sweet thefts to reveal; To be taken, to be seen, These have crimes accounted been.
They that know no evil will suspect none.
The Devil is an ass, I do acknowledge it.
Digestive cheese, and fruit there sure will be.
Yet shall you have to rectify your palate, An olive, capers, or some better salad Ushering the mutton; with a short-legged hen, If we can get her, full of eggs, and then, Limons, and wine for sauce: to these a coney Is not to be despaired of for our money; And though fowl now be scarce, yet there are clerks, The sky not falling, think we may have larks.
The master of art or giver of wit, Their belly.
They that know no evil will suspect none.
If he were To be made honest by an act of parliament I should not alter in my faith of him.
Bad men excuse their faults, good men will leave them.
The burnt child dreads the fire.
I do honour the very flea of his dog.
And so to tread As if the wind, not she, did walk; Nor prest a flower, nor bow'd a stalk.
Her treading would not bend a blade of grass, Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk!
For he that once is good, is ever great.
It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it falls and die that night-- It was the plant and flower of Light.
