Ben. Johnson's poems, elegies, paradoxes, and sonnets
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Ben. Johnson's poems, elegies, paradoxes, and sonnets
Author
King, Henry, 1592-1669.
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London :: Printed and sold by the booksellers,
1700.
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"Ben. Johnson's poems, elegies, paradoxes, and sonnets." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A47404.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 3, 2024.
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An Acknowledgment.
MY best of friends! what needs a chain to tieOne by your merit bound a Votarie?Think you I have some plot upon my peace,I would this bondage change for a release?Since 'twas my fate your prisoner to be,Heav'n knows I nothing fear but libertie.
Yet you do well that study to prevent,After so rich a stock of favour spentOn one so worthless, lest my memoryShould let so dear an obligation dy
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Without Record. This made my precious FriendHer Token, as an Antidote to sendAgainst forgetful poysons. That as theyWho Vespers late, and early Mattins sayUpon their Beads, so on this linked skoreIn golden numbers I might reckon oreYour vertues and my debt, which does surmountThe trivial laws of Popular account:For that within this emblematick knotYour beauteous mind, and my own fate is wrote.
The sparkling constellation which combinesThe Lock, is your dear self, whose worth out shinesMost of your sex: so solid and so clearYou like a perfect Diamond appear;Casting from your example fuller lightThen those dimme sparks which glaze the brow of night,And gladding all your friends, as doth the rayOf that East-starre which wakes the cheerful day.
But the black Map of death and discontentBehind that Adamantine firmament,That luckless figure which like CalvaryStands strew'd and coppy'd out in skuls, is I:
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Whose life your absence clouds, and makes my timeMove blindfold in the dark ecliptick line.
Then wonder not if my removed SunSo low within the Western Tropick run;My eyes no day in this Horizon see,Since where You are not all is night to me.
Lastly, the anchor which enfastned liesUpon a pair of deaths, sadly appliesThat Monument of Rest which harbour mustOur Ship-wrackt fortunes in a road of dust.
So then how late soere my joyless lifeBe tired out in this affections strife:Though my tempestuous fancie like the skieTravail with stormes, and through my watry eieSorrows high-going waves spring many a leak;Though sighs blow loud til my hearts cordagebrea••Though Bath, and all my wishes prove untrue,Yet Death shall fix and anchor Me with You.'Tis some poor comfort that this mortal scopeWill Period, though never Crown my Hope.
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