Though I am young, and cannot tell Either what Death or Love is well, Yet I have heard they both bear darts, And both do aim at human hearts. And then again, I have been told Love wounds with heat, as Death with cold; So that I fear they do but bring Extremes to touch, and mean one thing. As in a ruin we it call One thing to be blown up, or fall; Or to our end like way may have By a flash of lightning, or a wave; So Loveโs inflamรจd shaft or brand May kill as soon as Deathโs cold hand; Except Loveโs fires the virtue have To fight the frost out of the grave.
Ben JonsonGreatness of name, in the father, ofttimes helps not forth, but overwhelms the son: They stand too near one another. The shadow kills the growth.
Ben JonsonMoney never made any man rich, but his mind. He that can order himself to the law of nature, is not only without the sense, but the fear of poverty.
Ben Jonson