Tell troth and shame the devil.
Ben JonsonRead
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.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the inevitability of time and the need for rest.
In this quote, Ben Jonson personifies a watch, illustrating the relentless passage of time and the idea that one must eventually come to terms with their own limits. The speaker acknowledges that both the watch and themselves have reached a point of exhaustion, suggesting a deeper commentary on mortality and the need to pause and reflect amidst life's continuous demands.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of self-care, one might say, 'As Ben Jonson noted, 'I'll wind thee up no more,' emphasizing the necessity to take breaks and rejuvenate.
Tell troth and shame the devil.
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