Ben Jonson

--They write here one Cornelius--Son
Hath made the Hollanders an invisible eel
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--They write here one Cornelius--Son
Hath made the Hollanders an invisible eel
To swim the haven at Dunkirk, and sink all
The shipping there.
--But how is't done?
--I'll show you, sir.
It is automa, runs under water
With a snug nose, and has a nimble tail
Made like an auger, with which tail she wriggles
Betwixt the costs of a ship and sinks it straight.

It will never come out of the flesh that's bred in the bone.

It will never come out of the flesh that's bred in the bone.

Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
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Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit,
As since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.

Digestive cheese, and fruit there sure will be.

Digestive cheese, and fruit there sure will be.

So wise, so grave, of so perplex'd a tongue,
And loud withal, that would not wag, not scarce
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So wise, so grave, of so perplex'd a tongue,
And loud withal, that would not wag, not scarce
Lie still without a fee.