Well, I will scourge those apes, And to these courteous eyes oppose a mirror, As large as is the stage whereon we… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
Still may syllables jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Resting never! — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
“THE greatest of English dramatists except Shakespeare, the first literary dictator and poet-laureate, a writer of verse, prose, satire, and criticism who… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
That praises are without reason lavished on the dead, and that the honours due only to are paid to antiquity, is a… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at… — 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 Image
Heaven prepares good men with crosses; but no ill can happen to a good man. — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private. — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
