09c. 1605 ADGive 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.Ben Jonson / quote ↗
12c. 1605 ADPreserving the sweetness of proportion and expressing itself beyond expression.Ben Jonson / quote ↗
14c. 1605 ADUnderneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live.Ben Jonson / quote ↗
15c. 1605 ADWhilst that for which all virtue now is sold, And almost every vice,—almighty gold.Ben Jonson / quote ↗
16c. 1605 ADDrink 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.Ben Jonson / quote ↗
17c. 1605 ADSoul 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.Ben Jonson / quote ↗
23c. 1605 ADUnderneath 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.Ben Jonson / quote ↗
24c. 1605 ADLet those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink.Ben Jonson / quote ↗
