XIII: Epistle: To Katherine, Lady Aubigny (Ben Jonson Poems)
'Tis growne almost a danger to speake true Of any good minde, now: There are so few.The bad, by number, ...
'Tis growne almost a danger to speake true Of any good minde, now: There are so few.The bad, by number, ...
How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth, Whether by choyce, or fate, or both!And, though so neere the ...
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 ...
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, ...
The fairy beam upon you, The stars to glister on you; A moon of light ...
The fairy beam upon you, The stars to glister on you; A moon of light In the noon of night, ...
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Usurp the chair ...
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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