Maxioms by Ben Jonson
The burnt child dreads the fire.
The burnt child dreads the fire.
The Devil is an ass, I do acknowledge it.
The Devil is an ass, I do acknowledge it.
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 thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of read more
The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
