Maxioms by Ben Jonson
Nay, if he take you in hand, sir, with an argument,
He'll bray you in a mortar.
Nay, if he take you in hand, sir, with an argument,
He'll bray you in a mortar.
Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
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Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit,
As since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
A pauper traveller will sing before a beggar.
A pauper traveller will sing before a beggar.
And so to tread
As if the wind, not she, did walk;
Nor prest a flower, nor read more
And so to tread
As if the wind, not she, did walk;
Nor prest a flower, nor bow'd a stalk.