Ben Jonson

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.

Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
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Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit,
As since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.

Sweet meat must have sour sauce.

Sweet meat must have sour sauce.

Frugality is the mother of all virtues.

Frugality is the mother of all virtues.

It strikes! one, two,
Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch,
Thy pulse hath beat enough. read more

It strikes! one, two,
Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch,
Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest;
Would thou could'st make the time to do so too;
I'll wind thee up no more.