XI: Epode (Ben Jonson Poems)
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 keepe true state, Is vertue, and not Fate:Next, to that vertue, is to ...
How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth, Whether by choyce, or fate, or both!And, though so neere the ...
Not to know vice at all, and keep true state, Is virtue and not fate:Next to that virtue, is to ...
And must I sing? What subject shall I choose!Or whose great name in poets' heaven use,For the more countenance to ...
Lucy, you brightness of our sphere, who are Life of the Muses' day, their morning star! If works, ...
Hear me, O God! A broken heart Is my best part. Use still thy rod, That ...
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy. ...
The ports of death are sins; of life, good deeds:Through which our merit leads us to our meeds.How wilful blind ...
Hear me, O God! A broken heart Is my best part. Use still thy rod, That I may prove Therein ...
Good and great God, can I not think of thee But it must straight my melancholy be? Is it interpreted ...
Lucy, you brightness of our sphere, who are Life of the Muses' day, their morning star! If works, not th' ...
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy. Seven ...
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