Maxioms by Ben Jonson
Cut
Men's throats with whisperings.
Cut
Men's throats with whisperings.
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.
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.
Hang sorrow, care 'll kill a cat.
Hang sorrow, care 'll kill a cat.
Bad men excuse their faults, good men will leave them.
Bad men excuse their faults, good men will leave them.
