A Pindaric Ode (Ben Jonson Poems)
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, ...
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, ...
'Tis growne almost a danger to speake true Of any good minde, now: There are so few.The bad, by number, ...
To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that Noble Pair, Sir LuciusCary and Sir Henry Morison.I.THE TURN. Brave infant of ...
How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth, Whether by choyce, or fate, or both!And, though so neere the ...
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show, Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a rowOf polish'd pillars, or ...
The TurnBrave infant of Saguntum, clearThy coming forth in that great year,When the prodigious Hannibal did crownHis rage, with razing ...
Not to know vice at all, and keepe true state, Is vertue, and not Fate:Next, to that vertue, is to ...
Madame,VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold, And almost every vice, almightie gold,That which, to boote with hell, ...
Not to know vice at all, and keep true state, Is virtue and not fate:Next to that virtue, is to ...
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 ...
Now that the harth is crown'd with smiling fire, And some do drink, and some do dance, Some ring, ...
Ere cherries ripe, and strawberries be gone; Unto the cries of London I'll add one; Ripe statesmen, ripe: ...
Tonight, grave sir, both my poor house and I Do equally desire your company: Not that we think us ...
Why do we lie'Why do we lie,' she questioned, her warm eyeson the grey Autumn wind and its coursing,'all afternoon ...
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 ...
Why, Disease, dost thou molestLadies? and of them the best?Do not men, ynow of ritesTo thy altars, by their nightsSpent ...
Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this ...
FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought That hour upon my morn of age; Henceforth I quit thee ...
See the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my lady rideth! Each that draws is a swan ...
THOUGH beauty be the mark of praise, And yours of whom I sing be such As not the ...
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 ...
Good, and great God, can I not think of thee, But it must, straight, my melancholy bee?Is it interpreted in ...
HIGH-SPIRITED friend,I send nor balms nor cor'sives to your wound: Your fate hath foundA gentler and more ...
Fortune, that favours fools, these two short hours,We wish away, both for your sakes and ours,Judging spectators; and desire, in ...
Don Surly, to aspire the glorious name Of a great man, and to be thought the same,Makes serious use of ...
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