Ben: Ionson's execration against Vulcan· VVith divers epigrams by the same author to severall noble personages in this kingdome. Never published before.

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Ben: Ionson's execration against Vulcan· VVith divers epigrams by the same author to severall noble personages in this kingdome. Never published before.
Author
Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637.
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London :: Printed by J. O[kes] for Iohn Benson [and A. Crooke], and are to be sold at his shop at St. Dunstans Church-yard in Fleet-streete,
1640.
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Epigrams, English.
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"Ben: Ionson's execration against Vulcan· VVith divers epigrams by the same author to severall noble personages in this kingdome. Never published before." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/a04651.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 12, 2024.

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To my Detractor.

MY Verses were commended, thou didst say, And they were very good; yet thou thinkst nay. For thou obiectest, as thou hast beene told, Th'envy'd returne of forty pound in gold. Foole do not rate my rimes, I have found thy vice Is to make cheap the Lord, the Lines the Price: But bark thou on; I pitty thee poore Cur, That thou shouldst lose thy noise, thy foame, thy stur, To be knowne what thou art, thou blatent beast; But writing against me, thou thinkst at least

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I now would write on thee: no wretch, thy name Cannot worke out unto it such a Fame: No man will tarry by thee as he goes To aske thy name, if he have halfe a nose; But flye thee like the Pest. Walke not the streete Out in the Dog-dayes, least the Killer meet Thy Noddle with his Club; and dashing forth Thy dirty brains, men see thy want of worth.

B. Ionson.

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