Maxioms by Ben Jonson
The voice so sweet, the words so fair,
As some soft chime had stroked the air;
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The voice so sweet, the words so fair,
As some soft chime had stroked the air;
And though the sound had parted thence,
Still left an echo in the sense.
Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home
Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . read more
Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home
Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . with joy
To see how plump my bags are and my barns.
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.
But I do hate him as I hate the devil.
But I do hate him as I hate the devil.
