Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps, doth die; And this security, It is the common moth, That eats on wits and arts, and oft destroys them both.
Ben Jonson
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Quotes from the same author
No glass renders a man's form or likeness so true as his speech.
Ben Jonson
That praises are without reason lavished on the dead, and that the honours due only to are paid to antiquity, is a complaint likely to be always continued by those who, being able to add nothing to truth, hope for eminence from the heresies of paradox; or those who, being forced by disappointment upon consolatory expedients, are willing to hope from posterity what the present age refuses, and flatter themselves that the regard which is yet denied by envy will be at last bestowed by time.
Ben Jonson
True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in the worth and choice.
Ben Jonson
In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
Ben Jonson
Success produces confidence; confidence relaxes industry, and negligence ruins the reputation which accuracy had raised.
Ben Jonson
