Maxioms by Ben Jonson
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.
But I do hate him as I hate the devil.
But I do hate him as I hate the devil.
It will never come out of the flesh that's bred in the bone.
It will never come out of the flesh that's bred in the bone.
Cut
Men's throats with whisperings.
Cut
Men's throats with whisperings.
Art hath an enemy called ignorance.
Art hath an enemy called ignorance.
