A funeral elegie, In Memory of the Rare, Famous, and Admired Poet, Mr. Beniamin Ionson deceased Who dyed the sixteenth day of August last, 1637, and lyeth inter'd in the Cathedrall Church of Saint Peter at Westminster |
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[O living dead man if man may be so] |
 | A funeral elegie, In Memory of the Rare, Famous, and Admired Poet, Mr. Beniamin Ionson deceased |  |
[O living dead man if man may be so]
O living dead man if man may be so,Death could but take thy body, thy workes show,
What slender wounds the Fates to vertue give,
When they conspire her death, alas shee'l live
Beyond the reach of Fate, Ben Ionson's dead,
Yet lives with him, by whom his workes are read;
How many would desire thy Fate to have,
If they might live as thou dost in the grave,
I that durst never Poetize before,
Dare write these of thee though I write no more.
William Yeo.
| A funeral elegie, In Memory of the Rare, Famous, and Admired Poet, Mr. Beniamin Ionson deceased | |