Maxioms by Ben Jonson
If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick.
If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick.
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.
Hang sorrow, care 'll kill a cat.
Hang sorrow, care 'll kill a cat.
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.
He knows not his own strength that hath not met adversity.
He knows not his own strength that hath not met adversity.