Maxioms by Ben Jonson
O what is it proud slime will not believe
Of his own worth, to hear it equal praised
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O what is it proud slime will not believe
Of his own worth, to hear it equal praised
Thus with the gods?
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.
Princes that would their people should do well
Must at themselves begin, as at the head;
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Princes that would their people should do well
Must at themselves begin, as at the head;
For men, by their example, pattern out
Their limitations, and regard of laws:
A virtuous court a world to virtue draws.
Cut
Men's throats with whisperings.
Cut
Men's throats with whisperings.
