Quotes
Quotes - Jonson
Hang sorrow, care 'll kill a cat.
Sweet meat must have sour sauce.
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.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
To the old, long life and treasure; To the young, all health and pleasure.
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.
I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree. . . . . Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
All concord's born of contraries.
The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.
Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . with joy To see how plump my bags are and my barns.
