Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast, Still to be powder'd, all perfum'd. Lady,… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
Tis no sin love's fruits to steal; But the sweet thefts to reveal; To be taken, to be seen, These have crimes… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace Robes loosely flowing, hair as free Such sweet neglect… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
If I freely may discover What should please me in my lover, I would have her fair and witty, Savouring more of… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
Sweet Swan of Avon! What a sight it were To see thee in our water yet appear. — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
That I might live alone once with my gold! O, 'tis a sweet companion! kind and true: A man may trust it… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
Soul of the Age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser,… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
Heaven prepares good men with crosses; but no ill can happen to a good man. — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private. — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
Rich apparel has strange virtues; it makes him that hath it without means esteemed for an excellent wit; he that enjoys it with means… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
Each petty hand Can steer a ship becalm'd; but he that will Govern and carry her to her ends, must know His tides, his… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
