III: To Sir Robert Wroth (Ben Jonson Poems)
How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth, Whether by choyce, or fate, or both!And, though so neere the ...
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 ...
Madame,VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold, And almost every vice, almightie gold,That which, to boote with hell, ...
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 ...
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, ...
The long laments I spent for ruin'd Troy,Are dried; and now mine eyes run teares of joy.No more shall men ...
The fairy beam upon you, The stars to glister on you; A moon of light ...
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy. ...
The fairy beam upon you, The stars to glister on you; A moon of light In the noon of night, ...
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Usurp the chair ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess ...
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy. Seven ...
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