Ben Jonson

The burnt child dreads the fire.

The burnt child dreads the fire.

The master of art or giver of wit,
Their belly.

The master of art or giver of wit,
Their belly.

Laugh, and be fat, sir, your penance is known.
They that love mirth, let them heartily drink,
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Laugh, and be fat, sir, your penance is known.
They that love mirth, let them heartily drink,
'Tis the only receipt to make sorrow sink.

So wise, so grave, of so perplex'd a tongue,
And loud withal, that would not wag, not scarce
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So wise, so grave, of so perplex'd a tongue,
And loud withal, that would not wag, not scarce
Lie still without a fee.

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.