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 May 1, 2024.
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AN ELEGY Ʋpon S. W. R.
I Will not weep, for 'twere as great a sinTo shed a tear for thee, as to have binAn Actor in thy death. Thy life and ageWas but a various Scene on fortunes Stage,With whom thou tugg'st & strov'st ev'n out of breathIn thy long toil: nere master'd till thy death;And then despight of trains and cruell wit,Thou did'st at once subdue malice and it.
I dare not then so blast thy memoryAs say I do lament or pity thee.Were I to choose a subject to bestowMy pity on, he should be one as lowIn spirit as desert. That durst not dyBut rather were content by slaveryTo purchase life: or I would pity thoseThy most industrious and friendly foes:Who when they thought to makethee scandals storyLent thee a swifter flight to Heav'n and glory.
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That thought by cutting off some wither'd dayes,(Which thou could'st spare them) to eclipse thy praise;Yet gave it brighter foil, made thy ag'd fameAppear more white and fair, then foul their shame:And did promote an ExecutionWhich (but for them) Nature and Age had done.
Such worthless things as these were onely bornTo live on Pities almes (too mean for scorn.)Thou dy'dst an envious wonder, whose high fateThe world must still admire, scarce imitate.
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