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 ...
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 ...
Beauties, have ye seen this toy,Called Love, a little boy,Almost naked, wanton, blind;Cruel now, and then as kind?If he be ...
See the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my lady rideth! Each that draws is ...
See the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my lady rideth! Each that draws is a swan ...
HIGH-SPIRITED friend,I send nor balms nor cor'sives to your wound: Your fate hath foundA gentler and more ...
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair ...
I that have been a lover, and could show it, Though not in these, in rhymes not wholly dumb, Since ...
From "Cynthia's Revels"Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,Now the sun is laid to sleep,Seated in thy silver chair,State in wonted ...
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,Now the sun is laid to sleep,Seated in thy silver chairState in wonted manner keep:Hesperus ...
HIGH-SPIRITED friend, I send nor balms nor cor'sives to your wound: Your fate hath found A gentler and more agile ...
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Usurp the chair ...
See the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my lady rideth! Each that draws is a swan or a ...
SEE the Chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my Lady rideth! Each that draws is a swan or a ...
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in ...
Beauties, have ye seen this toy, Called Love, a little boy, Almost naked, wanton, blind; Cruel now, and then as ...
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in ...
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess ...
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