University of Virginia Library

To Mr. Francis Beaumont (Then living.)

How I do love thee BEAUMONT, and thy Muse,
That unto me do'st such religion use!
How I do fear myself, that am not worth
The least indulgent thought thy pen drops forth!
At once thou mak'st me happie, and unmak'st;
And giving largely to me, more thou tak'st.
What fate is mine, that so it self bereaves?
What art is thine, that so thy friend deceives?
When even there where most thou praisest me,
For writing better, I must envy thee.
BEN. JOHNSON.