Maxioms by Ben Jonson
A woman is most merciless when shame goads on her hate.
A woman is most merciless when shame goads on her hate.
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast,
Still to read more
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast,
Still to be powder'd, all perfum'd.
Lady, it is to be presumed,
Though art's hid causes are not found,
All is not sweet, all is not sound.
A third Cato has dropped from the skies.
A third Cato has dropped from the skies.
A brute without a single redeeming point.
A brute without a single redeeming point.
It strikes! one, two,
Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch,
Thy pulse hath beat enough. read more
It strikes! one, two,
Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch,
Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest;
Would thou could'st make the time to do so too;
I'll wind thee up no more.