Ben Jonson ( 10 of 57 )
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
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I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
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Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Pleasure the servant, Virtue looking on.
Pleasure the servant, Virtue looking on.
Sweet meat must have sour sauce.
Sweet meat must have sour sauce.
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.
Yet the best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor
and other tackle.
Yet the best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor
and other tackle.
Yet shall you have to rectify your palate,
An olive, capers, or some better salad
Ushering the read more
Yet shall you have to rectify your palate,
An olive, capers, or some better salad
Ushering the mutton; with a short-legged hen,
If we can get her, full of eggs, and then,
Limons, and wine for sauce: to these a coney
Is not to be despaired of for our money;
And though fowl now be scarce, yet there are clerks,
The sky not falling, think we may have larks.
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.
Digestive cheese, and fruit there sure will be.
Digestive cheese, and fruit there sure will be.
