Ben Jonson

Her treading would not bend a blade of grass,
Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk!

Her treading would not bend a blade of grass,
Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk!

Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home
Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . read more

Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home
Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . with joy
To see how plump my bags are and my barns.

Hang sorrow, care 'll kill a cat.

Hang sorrow, care 'll kill a cat.

Cut
Men's throats with whisperings.

Cut
Men's throats with whisperings.

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.