XI: Epode (Ben Jonson Poems)
Not to know vice at all, and keepe true state, Is vertue, and not Fate:Next, to that vertue, is to ...
Not to know vice at all, and keepe true state, Is vertue, and not Fate:Next, to that vertue, is to ...
Madame,VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold, And almost every vice, almightie gold,That which, to boote with hell, ...
I read that once in AffricaA princely wight did raine,Who had to name Cophetua, As poets they did faine.From natures ...
Devyde my tymes and rate my wretched howresFrom days to months, fro months to many yeers,And than compare my sweetest ...
Syrenus. Who hath of Cupids cates and dainties prayed,May feede his stomack with them at his pleasure:If in his drinke ...
Fareweel, Edinburgh, where happy we hae been,Fareweel, Edinburgh, Caledonia's Queen!Auld Reekie, fare-ye-weel, and Reekie New beside,Ye're like a chieftain grim ...
List! to that pretty little bird,Singing on yonder bush of thorn;Its plaintive notes I have not heard,Save in the land ...
When that I poore soule was borne,I was borne unfortunate:Presently the Fates had sworne,To fore-tell my haplesse state.Titan his faire ...
Fareweel, fareweel, my native hame, Thy lanely glens and heath-clad mountains! Fareweel thy fields o' storied fame, Thy ...
Loe I am sent, but vnto whome God knowes:Mine aucthor ment, this message to inclose.Within his chest, as he doth ...
Air — "One day I heard Mary sing."Joy of my earliest days, Why must I grieve thee?Theme of my fondest ...
The King has called for priest and cup, The King has taken spur and blade To dub True Thomas a ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
AWA' wi' your witchcraft o' Beauty's alarms, The slender bit Beauty you grasp in your arms, O, gie me the ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
OH I am come to the low Countrie, Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie! Without a penny in my purse, To buy a ...
Chorus.-Ca'the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rowes, My bonie Dearie. ...
THE BLUDE-RED rose at Yule may blaw, The simmer lilies bloom in snaw, The frost may freeze the deepest sea; ...
Chorus.-Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rowes, My bonie ...
Courage my Soul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal Shield. Close on thy Head thy Helmet bright. ...
Courage my Soul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal Shield. Close on thy Head thy Helmet bright. ...
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