Ben Jonson ( 7 of 57 )
Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home
Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . read more
Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home
Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . with joy
To see how plump my bags are and my barns.
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
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Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
I do honour the very flea of his dog.
I do honour the very flea of his dog.
So wise, so grave, of so perplex'd a tongue,
And loud withal, that would not wag, not scarce
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So wise, so grave, of so perplex'd a tongue,
And loud withal, that would not wag, not scarce
Lie still without a fee.
The voice so sweet, the words so fair,
As some soft chime had stroked the air;
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The voice so sweet, the words so fair,
As some soft chime had stroked the air;
And though the sound had parted thence,
Still left an echo in the sense.
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast,
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Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast,
Still to be powder'd, all perfum'd.
Lady, it is to be presumed,
Though art's hid causes are not found,
All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Cut
Men's throats with whisperings.
Cut
Men's throats with whisperings.