What did Ben Jonson mean by: In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be. - Ben Jonson Playwright · England Copy
+ Whom hatred frights, let him not dream of sovereignty. Feraz Zeid, September 6, 2023December 24, 2023, Ben Jonson, Dream, Hate, 0 - Ben Jonson Playwright · England
+ I would rather have a plain down-right wisdom than a foolish and affected eloquence. Feraz Zeid, December 27, 2023January 10, 2024, Ben Jonson, Affected, Eloquence, Fool, 0 - Ben Jonson Playwright · England
+ And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow’d them with her odorous foot. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Ben Jonson, Feet, Flower, Roots, 0 - Ben Jonson Playwright · England
+ Memory, of all the powers of the mind, is the most delicate and frail. Feraz Zeid, December 27, 2023January 10, 2024, Ben Jonson, Frail, Memories, Mind, 0 - Ben Jonson Playwright · England
+ Peace is never more than one thought away. Feraz Zeid, July 31, 2023December 12, 2023, Ben Jonson, Harmony, Peace, 0 - Ben Jonson Playwright · England
+ How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them! Feraz Zeid, December 27, 2023January 10, 2024, Ben Jonson, Fortune, Sports, 0 - Ben Jonson Playwright · England
+ He that is respectless in his courses oft sells his reputation at cheap market. Feraz Zeid, December 27, 2023January 10, 2024, Ben Jonson, Courses, Reputation, 0 - Ben Jonson Playwright · England
+ Ready writing makes not good writing, but good writing brings on ready writing. Feraz Zeid, December 27, 2023January 10, 2024, Ben Jonson, Good Writing, Ready, Writing, 0 - Ben Jonson Playwright · England
Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness – why must they go out of the summer world into darkness? - Willa Cather Author
We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
One benefit of Summer was that each day we had more light to read by. - Jeannette Walls Journalist · USA
That was the summer of 1963, when everybody called me ‘Baby,’ and it didn’t occur to me to mind. - Jennifer Grey
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors. - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
Winter is dead; spring is crazy; summer is cheerful and autumn is wise! - Mehmet Murat Ildan Playwright and novelist · Turkey
