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.
Nay, if he take you in hand, sir, with an argument,
He'll bray you in a mortar.
Nay, if he take you in hand, sir, with an argument,
He'll bray you in a mortar.
Pleasure the servant, Virtue looking on.
Pleasure the servant, Virtue looking on.
Digestive cheese, and fruit there sure will be.
Digestive cheese, and fruit there sure will be.
A countenance inconceivably forbidding.
A countenance inconceivably forbidding.
