Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
Wine it is the milk of Venus, And the poet's horse accounted: Ply it and you all are mounted. — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
Drink today, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow; Best, while you have it, use your breath; There… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
Soul of the Age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser,… — Ben Jonson Copy Share
All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome — Ben Jonson Copy Share
Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private. — Ben Jonson Copy Share
Rich apparel has strange virtues; it makes him that hath it without means esteemed for an excellent wit; he that enjoys it with means… — Ben Jonson Copy Share
Each petty hand Can steer a ship becalm'd; but he that will Govern and carry her to her ends, must know His tides, his… — Ben Jonson Copy Share
