Maxioms by Ben Jonson
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast,
Still to read more
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.
For he that once is good, is ever great.
For he that once is good, is ever great.
A woman is most merciless when shame goads on her hate.
A woman is most merciless when shame goads on her hate.
Art hath an enemy called ignorance.
Art hath an enemy called ignorance.
A third Cato has dropped from the skies.
A third Cato has dropped from the skies.
