XIII: Epistle: To Katherine, Lady Aubigny (Ben Jonson Poems)
'Tis growne almost a danger to speake true Of any good minde, now: There are so few.The bad, by number, ...
'Tis growne almost a danger to speake true Of any good minde, now: There are so few.The bad, by number, ...
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 keep true state, Is virtue and not fate:Next to that virtue, is to ...
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 ...
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 ...
FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought That hour upon my morn of age; Henceforth I quit thee ...
HIGH-SPIRITED friend,I send nor balms nor cor'sives to your wound: Your fate hath foundA gentler and more ...
Walking, snow falling, it is possibleto focus at various distancesin turn on separate flakes, sharply engagethe attention at several spatial ...
Living a whole life has three conditions: absorbing work which demands and brings fulfilment, a group of friends with whom ...
HIGH-SPIRITED friend, I send nor balms nor cor'sives to your wound: Your fate hath found A gentler and more agile ...
Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this security, It is ...
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Usurp the chair ...
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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