Ben Jonson

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  • See the chariot at hand here of Love,
    Wherein my lady rideth!
    Each that draws is a swan or a dove,
    And well the car Love guideth.
    As she goes, all hearts do duty
    Unto her beauty;
    And enamour'd, do wish, so they might
    But enjoy such a sight,...

  • 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.
    The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
    Doth ask a drink divine:
    But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
    I would...

  • Consider this small dust, here in the glass,
    By atoms moved:
    Could you believe that this the body was
    Of one that loved;
    And in his mistress' flame playing like a fly,
    Was turned to cinders by her eye:
    Yes ; and in death, as life unblest,
    To have't...

  • Still to be neat, still to be drest,
    As you were going to a feast;
    Still to be powder'd, still perfum'd:
    Lady, it is to be presum'd,
    Though art's hid causes are not found,
    All is not sweet, all is not sound.

    Give me a look, give me a face,
    That make...

  • Drink to me, only, with thine eyes,
    And I will pledge with mine;
    Or leave a kisse but in the cup,
    And Ile not look for wine.
    The thirst, that from the soule doth rise,
    Doth aske a drink divine:
    But might I of Jove's Nectar sup,
    I would not change for thine....