The Speech (Ben Jonson Poems)
The long laments I spent for ruin'd Troy,Are dried; and now mine eyes run teares of joy.No more shall men ...
The long laments I spent for ruin'd Troy,Are dried; and now mine eyes run teares of joy.No more shall men ...
Ere cherries ripe, and strawberries be gone; Unto the cries of London I'll add one; Ripe statesmen, ripe: ...
Why do we lie'Why do we lie,' she questioned, her warm eyeson the grey Autumn wind and its coursing,'all afternoon ...
Fortune, that favours fools, these two short hours,We wish away, both for your sakes and ours,Judging spectators; and desire, in ...
if only for ten minutesafter the mass feeding of schoolchildrenafter the careful inanity of the staffat low tidethis was the ...
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