Maxioms by Ben Jonson
It will never come out of the flesh that's bred in the bone.
It will never come out of the flesh that's bred in the bone.
Hang sorrow, care 'll kill a cat.
Hang sorrow, care 'll kill a cat.
Pleasure the servant, Virtue looking on.
Pleasure the servant, Virtue looking on.
A brute without a single redeeming point.
A brute without a single redeeming point.
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.
