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Song: To Celia 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.... Poet: Ben Jonson	Still to be Neat 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... Poet: Ben Jonson	The Hour-Glass 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... Poet: Ben Jonson	To Celia 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... Poet: Ben Jonson
Her Triumph 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,... Poet: Ben Jonson	A Vision of Beauty It was a beauty that I saw,— So pure, so perfect, as the frame Of all the universe were lame To that one figure, could I draw, Or give least line of it a law: A skein of silk without a knot! A fair march made without a halt! A curious... Poet: Ben Jonson	“O, do not wanton with those eyes” O, Do not wanton with those eyes, Lest I be sick with seeing; Nor cast them down, but let them rise, Lest shame destroy their being. O, be not angry with those fires, For then their threats will kill me; Nor look too kind on my desires,... Poet: Ben Jonson	Answer to Master Wither’s Song, “Shall I, Wasting in Despair” [Wither’s Song, or “Sonnet,” appeared first in his “Fidelia” in 1615, and later with some changes in “Fair Virtue,” 1622. Jonson’s parody, here given, came out in a Collection of Verses, in 1620.] SHALL I mine affections slack, ’Cause I see a woman’s Black? Or myself,... Poet: Ben Jonson
Good Life, Long Life IT is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that... Poet: Ben Jonson	On the Portrait of Shakespeare This figure, 1 that thou here seest put, It was for gentle Shakespeare cut; Wherein the Graver had a strife With Nature to outdo the life: O, could he but have drawn his wit As well in brass, as he hath hit His face; the Print would then surpass... Poet: Ben Jonson