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 ...
Madame,VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold, And almost every vice, almightie gold,That which, to boote with hell, ...
Not to know vice at all, and keep true state, Is virtue and not fate:Next to that virtue, is to ...
HIGH-SPIRITED friend,I send nor balms nor cor'sives to your wound: Your fate hath foundA gentler and more ...
How I do love thee, Beaumont, and thy muse,That unto me dost such religion use!How I do fear myself, that ...
O, that joy so soon should waste! Or so sweet a bliss As a kiss Might not for ever last! ...
HIGH-SPIRITED friend, I send nor balms nor cor'sives to your wound: Your fate hath found A gentler and more agile ...
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits, That expresseth but by fits True conceit, Spoiling senses of their treasure, Cozening judgment ...
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