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.

A pauper traveller will sing before a beggar.

A pauper traveller will sing before a beggar.

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.

If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick.

If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick.

Digestive cheese, and fruit there sure will be.

Digestive cheese, and fruit there sure will be.