Annuls this world, to recompense it, shall Make and name them th' elixir of this all. They say the sea, when th' earth it gains, loseth too; 30 If carnal Death, the younger brother, do So, unobnoxious now, she hath buried both; 35 That kept her from sin, yet made her repent. 40 How little poison cracks a crystal glass! 45 50 Of sin on things, that sometimes may be such. To speak, that Death his vain haste may repent; 61 Thus to use myself in jest, (Sometimes called "Upon Parting from his Mistris," written, 1612?) As virtuous men pass mildly away, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, "Now his breath goes," and some say, "No;" So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move; "Twere profanation of our joys, To tell the laity our love. Moving of th' earth brings harm and fears, But trepidations of the spheres, Dull sublunary Lovers' love, (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence; for that it doth remove 5 10 15 Those things which elemented it. Thus by feigned death to die. Yesternight the sun went hence, More wings and spurs than he. O how feeble is man's power, That, if good fortune fall, Cannot add another hour, Nor a lost hour recall. But come bad chance, And we join to it our strength, And we teach it art and length, Itself o'er us t' advance. 5 When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st no wind, 25 But sigh'st my soul away; When thou weep'st, unkindly kind, My life's-blood doth decay. It cannot be BEN JONSON That thou lov'st me as thou say'st, 30 Let not thy divining heart Are but turned aside to sleep: Alive, ne'er parted be. SONNET X.-ON DEATH 35 40 Ben Jonson 1573-1637 169 TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, AND WHAT HE HATH LEFT US (From First Folio edition of Shakespeare, 1623) To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such, As neither Man nor Muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage. But these ways 11 5 Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise; 3 20 From thence to honour thee I would not seek For names, but call forth thund'ring Eschylus,4 Euripides, and Sophocles to us, Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead, 35 Of all that insolent Greece or haughty Rome Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show, 41 To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. 1 Chaucer, Spenser and Beaumont are buried near each other in the Poets' Corner in Westminster Abbey. Proximity to the tomb of Chaucer, the first great English poet, was considered as a great honor. Spenser bad been granted this in 1599, and Beaumont in 1616. 2 One that would last, or go down to posterity. A satirical play upon the dramatist's name, since Thomas Kyd was anything but "Sporting," being chiefly known as the author of tragedies. The three great poets, Aeschylus, Sophocles, and Euripides, represent three stages in the development of the Greek tragic drama; so Pacurius, Accius, and "him of Cordova" (Seneca) stand in a similar manner for Roman tragedy-writing at successive epochs. The ancients are summoned to hear Shakespeare both as a tragic and a comic writer; the buskin, or shoe worn by Greek and Roman actors in tragedy, stands for tragedy; as the sock worn for comedy, means comedy. He was not of an age, but for all time! As they were not of Nature's family. 45 50 55 61 And such wert thou! Look, how the father's face Lives in his issue, even so the race 65 Or leave a kiss within the cup, And I'll not look for wine. Of Shakespeare's mind and manners brightly shines In his well turnèd and true filed lines, I would not change for thine. 5 But enjoy such a sight, That they still were to run by her side, 10 Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear, when day did close; 10 Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride. Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth! Do but look on her hair, it is bright 1 Plain, or unadorned, in thy neatness, the phrase is from Horace's ode to Pyrrha (Odes, Lib. I. Car. V.). 1 Jonson thus explains the title Underwoods, which consists of a collection of comparatively short poems on various subjects: "As the multitude called Timber-trees promiscuously growing, a Wood, or Forest; so I am bold to entitle these lesser poems of later growth by this name of Underwood." Preface "To the Reader." From that place the Morn is broke To that place Day doth unyoke! SONG OF THE PRIEST OF PAN (From the same) Shepherds all, and maidens fair See the heavy clouds low falling, 1 Starling. Round-dance. 5 10 15 |