XII: Epistle To Elizabeth Countesse Of Rutland (Ben Jonson Poems)
Madame,VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold, And almost every vice, almightie gold,That which, to boote with hell, ...
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 ...
And must I sing? what subject shall I chuse?Or whose great name in Poets heaven use?For the more countenance to ...
And must I sing? What subject shall I choose!Or whose great name in poets' heaven use,For the more countenance to ...
Let it not your wonder move, Less your laughter, that I love. Though I now write fifty years, ...
I that have been a lover, and could show it, Though not in these, in rhymes not wholly dumb, Since ...
Let it not your wonder move, Less your laughter, that I love. Though I now write fifty years, I have ...
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits, That expresseth but by fits True conceit, Spoiling senses of their treasure, Cozening judgment ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess ...
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