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The Workes of Benjamin Jonson

Jonson, Ben (1573?-1637)

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To Ben. Ionson, on his VVorks.

ON THE AUTHOR, The Poet Laureat, Ben. Jonson.

On his elaborated Art-contrived Playes.

To His worthy friend, Ben. Ionson. Vpon his Sejanus.

TO MY FRIEND, Mr. Ben. Jonson. Vpon his Alchymist.

To my deare friend, M. Ben. Ionson. Vpon his Fox.

UPON THE SILENT WOMAN.

To my friend M. Ben. Ionson. Vpon his Catiline.

[Swell me a bowle with lustie wine]

Song.

EPIGRAMMES. I. BOOKE.

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I.

I. Why I Write Not Of Love.

II.

II. To Penshurst.

III.

III. To Sir Robert Wroth.

IV.

IV. To The World.

V.

V. Song. To Celia.

VI.

VI. To The Same.

VII.

VII. Song. That Women Are But Mens Shaddows.

VIII.

VIII. Song. To Sicknesse.

IX.

IX. Song. To Celia.

X.

XI.

XII.

XII. Epistle To Elizabeth Countesse Of Rutland.

XIII.

XIII. Epistle. To Katherine, Lady Aubigny:

XIIII.

XIIII. Ode. To Sir William Sydney, On His Birth-day.

XV.

PART OF THE KINGS ENTERTAINMENT, IN PASSING TO HIS CORONATION.

A PANEGYRE, ON THE HAPPY ENTRANCE OF Iames, our Soveraigne, to His first high Session of Parliament in this his Kingdome, the 19 of March, 1603.

[This is mab the mistris-Fairy]

[Buz, quoth the blue Flie]

[Soft, subtill fire, thou soule of Art]

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Song.

[Fools, they are the only nation]

Fools , they are the only nation
Worth mens envy, or admiration;
Free from care, or sorrow-taking,
Selves, and others merry-making:
All they speake, or doe, is sterling.
Your foole he is your great mans darling,
And your ladies sport, and pleasure;
Tongue, and bable are his treasure.
Eene his face begetteth laughter,
And hee speaks truth free from slaughter;
Hee's the grace of every feast,
And, sometimes the chiefest guest:
Hath his trencher, and his stoole,
When wit waits upon the foole.
O, who would not bee
Hee, hee, hee?