Maxioms by Ben Jonson
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
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I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
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Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
The master of art or giver of wit,
Their belly.
The master of art or giver of wit,
Their belly.
A countenance inconceivably forbidding.
A countenance inconceivably forbidding.
It will never come out of the flesh that's bred in the bone.
It will never come out of the flesh that's bred in the bone.
