Maxioms by Ben Jonson
But I do hate him as I hate the devil.
But I do hate him as I hate the devil.
Bad men excuse their faults, good men will leave them.
Bad men excuse their faults, good men will leave them.
The gods
Grow angry with your patience. 'Tis their care,
And must be yours, that guilty men read more
The gods
Grow angry with your patience. 'Tis their care,
And must be yours, that guilty men escape not:
As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself.
He was not of an age, but for all time!
And all the Muses still were in their prime,
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He was not of an age, but for all time!
And all the Muses still were in their prime,
When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm
Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm!
