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.

Great honours are great burdens, but on whom
They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads.
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Great honours are great burdens, but on whom
They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads.
His cares must still be double to his joys,
In any dignity.

No man is so foolish but he may sometimes give another good counsel, and no man so wise that he read more

No man is so foolish but he may sometimes give another good counsel, and no man so wise that he may not easily err if he takes no other counsel than his own. He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.

Laugh, and be fat, sir, your penance is known.
They that love mirth, let them heartily drink,
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Laugh, and be fat, sir, your penance is known.
They that love mirth, let them heartily drink,
'Tis the only receipt to make sorrow sink.

Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast,
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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.