Maxioms by Ben Jonson
A countenance inconceivably forbidding.
A countenance inconceivably forbidding.
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!
For he that once is good, is ever great.
For he that once is good, is ever great.
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast,
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Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast,
Still to be powder'd, all perfum'd.
Lady, it is to be presumed,
Though art's hid causes are not found,
All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Frugality is the mother of all virtues.
Frugality is the mother of all virtues.