Nine stages towards Knowing (Ben Jonson Poems)
Why do we lie'Why do we lie,' she questioned, her warm eyeson the grey Autumn wind and its coursing,'all afternoon ...
Why do we lie'Why do we lie,' she questioned, her warm eyeson the grey Autumn wind and its coursing,'all afternoon ...
FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought That hour upon my morn of age; Henceforth I quit thee ...
This morning, timely rapt with holy fire,I thought to form unto my zealous Muse What kind of creature I could ...
Camden, most reverend head, to whom I owe All that I am in arts, all that I know(How nothing's that!), ...
FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought That hour upon my morn of age; Henceforth I quit thee from ...
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits, That expresseth but by fits True conceit, Spoiling senses of their treasure, Cozening judgment ...
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