Maxioms by Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire.
The burnt child dreads the fire.
So wise, so grave, of so perplex'd a tongue,
And loud withal, that would not wag, not scarce
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So wise, so grave, of so perplex'd a tongue,
And loud withal, that would not wag, not scarce
Lie still without a fee.
He knows not his own strength that hath not met adversity.
He knows not his own strength that hath not met adversity.
If he were
To be made honest by an act of parliament
I should not alter in read more
If he were
To be made honest by an act of parliament
I should not alter in my faith of him.
But I do hate him as I hate the devil.
But I do hate him as I hate the devil.
