A Pindaric Ode (Ben Jonson Poems)
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, ...
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, ...
'Tis growne almost a danger to speake true Of any good minde, now: There are so few.The bad, by number, ...
To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that Noble Pair, Sir LuciusCary and Sir Henry Morison.I.THE TURN. Brave infant of ...
How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth, Whether by choyce, or fate, or both!And, though so neere the ...
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show, Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a rowOf polish'd pillars, or ...
The TurnBrave infant of Saguntum, clearThy coming forth in that great year,When the prodigious Hannibal did crownHis rage, with razing ...
Not to know vice at all, and keep true state, Is virtue and not fate:Next to that virtue, is to ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;While I confess thy ...
Why do we lie'Why do we lie,' she questioned, her warm eyeson the grey Autumn wind and its coursing,'all afternoon ...
Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this ...
Don Surly, to aspire the glorious name Of a great man, and to be thought the same,Makes serious use of ...
A SONG APOLOGETICMen, if you love us, play no more The fools or tyrants with your friends,To make us still ...
Camden, most reverend head, to whom I owe All that I am in arts, all that I know(How nothing's that!), ...
Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse Who, to thy one, all other brains refuse; Whose every ...
Some act of Love's bound to reherse,I thought to bind him, in my verse:Which when he felt, Away (quoth he)Can ...
Still to be neat, still to be dressed,As you were going to a feast;Still to be powdered, still perfumed:Lady, it ...
Still to be neat, still to be dressed,As you were going to a feast;Still to be powdered, still perfumed:Lady, it ...
How I do love thee, Beaumont, and thy muse,That unto me dost such religion use!How I do fear myself, that ...
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, When the prodigious Hannibal did crown ...
Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this security, It is ...
Still to be neat, still to be dressed, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still ...
Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse Who, to thy one, all other brains refuse; Whose every work of ...
STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powder'd, still ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess ...
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