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- The mighty are brought low by many a thing
Too small to name. Beneath the daisy's disk
Lies hid the pebble for the fatal sling.
Helen Hunt Jackson, "Danger," lines 12-14
- When Time is spent, Eternity begins.
Helen Hunt Jackson, "The Victory of Patience," line 13
- Think, while thou sunnest thyself in Joy's estate,
Mayhap thou canst not ripen without frost!
Helen Hunt Jackson, "September," lines 13-14
- Wealth heap'd on wealth, nor truth nor safety buys,
The dangers gather as the treasures rise.
Samuel Jackson, The Vanity of Human Wishes, lines 27-28
- Truth is the trial of itself
And needs no other touch,
And purer than the purest gold,
Refine it ne'er so much.
Ben Jonson, On Truth (1616)
- Pray thee, take care, that tak'st my book in hand,
To read it well: that is, to understand.
Ben Jonson, To the Reader
- Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss within the cup,
And I'll not ask for wine.
Ben Jonson, "Song. To Celia," lines 1-4