Ben Jonson ( 7 of 57 )
The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of read more
The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss read more
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.
'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal;
But the sweet thefts to reveal;
To be taken, to read more
'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal;
But the sweet thefts to reveal;
To be taken, to be seen,
These have crimes accounted been.
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast,
Still to read more
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast,
Still to be powder'd, all perfum'd.
Lady, it is to be presumed,
Though art's hid causes are not found,
All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Cut
Men's throats with whisperings.
Cut
Men's throats with whisperings.
Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home
Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . read more
Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home
Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . with joy
To see how plump my bags are and my barns.
I do honour the very flea of his dog.
I do honour the very flea of his dog.