Maxioms by Ben Jonson
If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick.
If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick.
And so to tread
As if the wind, not she, did walk;
Nor prest a flower, nor read more
And so to tread
As if the wind, not she, did walk;
Nor prest a flower, nor bow'd a stalk.
Pleasure the servant, Virtue looking on.
Pleasure the servant, Virtue looking on.
For he that once is good, is ever great.
For he that once is good, is ever great.
Art hath an enemy called ignorance.
Art hath an enemy called ignorance.
