Maxioms by Ben Jonson
It strikes! one, two,
Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch,
Thy pulse hath beat enough. read more
It strikes! one, two,
Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch,
Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest;
Would thou could'st make the time to do so too;
I'll wind thee up no more.
The master of art or giver of wit,
Their belly.
The master of art or giver of wit,
Their belly.
He knows not his own strength that hath not met adversity.
He knows not his own strength that hath not met adversity.
Where it concerns himself,
Who's angry at a slander, makes it true.
Where it concerns himself,
Who's angry at a slander, makes it true.
A third Cato has dropped from the skies.
A third Cato has dropped from the skies.
