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 ...
HIGH-SPIRITED friend,I send nor balms nor cor'sives to your wound: Your fate hath foundA gentler and more ...
Let it not your wonder move, Less your laughter, that I love. Though I now write fifty years, ...
HIGH-SPIRITED friend, I send nor balms nor cor'sives to your wound: Your fate hath found A gentler and more agile ...
Let it not your wonder move, Less your laughter, that I love. Though I now write fifty years, I have ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess ...
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