Maxioms by Ben Jonson
If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick.
If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick.
The burnt child dreads the fire.
The burnt child dreads the fire.
Bad men excuse their faults, good men will leave them.
Bad men excuse their faults, good men will leave them.
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long read more
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it falls and die that night--
It was the plant and flower of Light.
And I had lent my watch last night to one
That dines to-day at the sheriff's.
And I had lent my watch last night to one
That dines to-day at the sheriff's.
