So have I seen the March wind strive to fade J. MARSTON From The New Inn, 1631 The just indignation the author took at the vulgar censure of his play Come leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age, Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Let their fastidious vain. Commission of the brain Run on and rage, sweat, censure, and condemn ; Say that thou pour'st them wheat, 'Twere simple fury still thyself to waste To offer them a surfeit of pure bread, No, give them grains their fill, If they love lees, and leave the lusty wine, No doubt some mouldy tale, Like Pericles, and stale As the shrieve's crusts, and nasty as his fish Scraps, out of every dish Thrown forth, and raked into the common tub, There, sweepings do as well As the best-order'd meal For who the relish of these guests will fit, And much good do't you then: Can feed on orts; and, safe in your stage-clothes, The stagers and the stage-wrights too, your peers, With their foul comic socks, Wrought upon twenty blocks; Which, if they are torn, and turn'd, and patch'd enough, The gamesters share your guilt, and you their stuff. Leave things so prostitute Or thine own Horace, or Anacreon's lyre; And though thy nerves be shrunk, and blood be cold Strike that disdainful heat As curious fools, and envious of thy strain, But when they hear thee sing His zeal to God, and his just awe o'er men: Feel such a flesh-quake to possess their powers In sound of peace or wars, In tuning forth the acts of his sweet reign; BEN JONSON INDEX OF AUTHORS ANON. Are women fair? Aye wondrous fair to see to, 74 Coridon, arise, my Coridon, 72 Fain would I change that note, 128 Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave, and new! 88 If fathers knew but how to leave, 127 I know as well as you she is not fair, 158 I saw my lady weep, 89 Oh what a pain is love, 159 There is a Lady sweet and kind, 129 Think'st thou Kate to put me down, 128 Weep you no more, sad fountains, 90 BACON, FRANCIS, LORD VERULAM (1561—1626) BARNES, BARNABE (1569 ?—1609) Sonnet. Begs Love which whilom was a deity, 194 BARNFIELD, RICHARD (1574—1627) My flocks feed not, my ewes breed not, 129 BEAUMONT, FRANCIS (1584-1616) Come, sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving, 151 Lay a garland on my hearse, 152 BRETON, NICHOLAS (1545 ?—1626 ?) Come all the world, submit yourselves to Care, 18 CAMPION, THOMAS (1567?—1620) Come! you pretty false-ey'd wanton, 107 Follow your Saint, follow with accents sweet, 102 I care not for these ladies, 103 My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, 105 Rose-cheeked Laura come, 105 Thou art not fair for all thy red and white, 103 Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air, 108 When thou must home, to shades of underground, 104 ́CHAPMAN, GEORGE (1559?—1634) But this is Learning: to have skill to throw (Tears of Peace), 269 I saw likewise stand (Odyssey XI), 229 Riches, and conquest, and renown I sing (Guiana), 250 When aged Priam spied (Iliad XXII), 225 CONSTABLE, HENRY (1562—1613) Diaphenia, like the daffadowndilly, 77 Feed on, my flocks, securely, 77 Sonnets. Give pardon, blessed soul, to my bold cries, 196 DANIEL, SAMUEL (1567-1619) Ah I remember well, and how can I, 80 Are they shadows that we see, 80 Come, worthy Greek! Ulysses, come, 78 He that of such a height hath built his mind, 266 O war! begot in pride and luxury (Civil Wars), 248 Pow'r above pow'rs, O heav'nly Eloquence (Musophilus), 264 Let others sing of Knights and Paladines, 198 DAVIES, SIR JOHN (1569-1626) For that brave Sun, the Father of the Day (Orchestra), 261 This substance and this spirit of God's own making (Nosce Teipsum), 263 DAVISON, FRANCIS (1575 ?-1619?) Lady! you are with beauties so enriched, 130 DEKKER, THOMAS (1570-1641) Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers, 133 Haymakers, rakers, reapers, and mowers, 135 DEVEREUX, ROBERT, EARL OF ESSEX (1566—1601) DONNE, JOHN (1573—1631) By our first strange and fatal interview, 125 |