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To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of That Noble Pair Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H Morison

The

Brave infant of Saguntum,

Thy coming forth in that great year,

When the prodigious Hannibal did

His rage, with razing your immortal town.

Thou looking then

Ere thou wert half got out,

Wise child, didst hastily return,

And mad'st thy mother's womb thine urn.

How summed a circle didst thou leave

Of deepest lore, could we the centre find!                  The

Did wiser nature draw thee

From out the horror of that sack,

Where shame, faith, honour, and regard of right,

Lay trampled on?—the deeds of death and

Urged, hurried forth, and

Upon th' affrighted world?

Sword, fire, and famine, with fell fury met,

And all on utmost ruin set:

As, could they but life's miseries foresee,

No doubt all infants would return like thee.                  The

For what is life, if measured by the space,

Not by the act?

Or maskèd man, if valued by his face,

Above his fact?

Here's one outlived his

And told forth fourscore years:

He vexèd time, and busied the whole state,

Troubled both foes and friends,

But ever to no ends:

What did this stirrer but die late?

How well at twenty had he fall'n or stood!

For three of his four score, he did no good.                  The

He entered well, by virtuous parts,

Got up and thrived with honest arts:

He purchased friends, and fame, and honours then,

And had his noble name advanced with men;

But, weary of that flight,

He stooped in all men's

To sordid flatteries, acts of strife,

And sunk in that dead sea of

So deep, as he did then death's waters sup,

But that the cork of title buoyed him up.                The

Alas, but Morison fell young;—He never fell, thou fall'st, my tongue.

He stood, a soldier to the last right end,

A perfect patriot and a noble friend,

But most a virtuous son.

All offices were

By him, so ample, full, and

In weight, in measure, number, sound,

As, though his age imperfect might appear,

His life was of humanity the sphere.                  The

Go now, and tell out days summed up with fears,

And make them years;

Produce thy mass of miseries on the

To swell thine age;

Repeat of things a throng,

To show thou hast been long,

Not lived; for life doth her great actions spell,

By what was done and

In season, and so

To light: her measures are, how

Each syllab'e answered, and was formed how fair;

These make the lines of life, and that's her air.                  The

It is not growing like a

In bulk, doth make men better be,

Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,

To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:

A lily of a

Is fairer far in May,

Although it fall and die that night;

It was the plant and flower of light.

In small proportions we just beauties see;

And in short measures life may perfect be.                  The

Call, noble Lucius, then for wine,

And let thy looks with gladness shine:

Accept this garland, plant it on thy head,

And think, nay, know, thy Morison's not dead.

He leaped the present age,

Possest with holy rage,

To see that bright eternal day,

Of which we priests and poets

Such truths as we expect for happy men,

And there he lives with memory: and Ben                  The

Jonson, who sung this of him ere he

Himself to rest,

Or taste a part of that full joy he

To have

In this bright asterism:

Where it were friendship's schism,(Were not his Lucius long with us to tarry)To separate these twi-Lights, the Dioscuri,

And keep the one half from his Harry.

But fate doth so alternate the design,

Whilst that in heaven, this light on earth must shine.                  The

And shine as you exalted are,

Two names of friendship, but one star,

Of hearts the union.

And those not by

Made, or indentured, or leased out t'

The profits for a time.

No pleasures vain did

Of rhymes, or riots at your feasts,

Orgies of drink, or feigned protests;

But simple love of greatness and of

That knits brave minds and manners, more than blood.                  The

This made you first to know the

You liked, then after to

That liking; and approach so one the t'other,

Till either grew a portion of the other;

Each stylèd by his end,

The copy of his friend.

You lived to be the great

And titles by which all made

Unto the virtue: nothing perfect done,

But as a Cary or a Morison.                  The

And such a force the fair example had,

As they that

The good and durst not practise it, were

That such a

Was left yet to mankind;

Where they might read and

Friendship in deed was written, not in words.

And with the heart, not pen,

Of two so early men,

Whose lives her rolls were, and records,

Who, ere the first down bloomèd on the

Had sow'd these fruits, and got the harvest in.

In this poem,

Jonson imitates the classical form of the Ode, specifically the 'Great Odes' written by Pindar (and hence the therm 'Pindarin Ode' that is applied to it).

Pindar's odes were designed to be sung by a chorus, and often followed a three-part scheme: the chorus moved in one direction while chanting the strophe, reversed direction for the antistrophe, and stood still for the epode.

Jonson imitates this pattern with his triple division of turn, counterturn and stand--the terms more or less literally translated from the original Greek.

His turns and counterturns rhyme in couplets, with line length varying in all stanzas according to a uniform scheme; the twelve-line stands follow a more complex but equally strict design.

Contextual Notes:

L2 - 'Saguntum' - a character from a fable by Pliny,

Sagunto was born while Spain was being ravaged by Hannibal; he dived back into his mother's womb and was buried there.

L2 - 'clear' -

L10 - 'summed' -

L10 - 'a circle' - an emblem of

L27 - 'fact' - deeds L37 - 'He' - i.e., another

L49 - 'fall'st' - Slip, with a Latin pun on fallo , "to make a mistake."L53 - 'offices' - duties of

L59 - 'tell out' -

L65 - 'spell' - tell

L69 - 'syllab'e' -

L70 - '' - Life is a poem set to music; life's "measures" are its metrical patterns as well as the standards by which it is judged.

L85 - 'this garland' - this

L98 - 'asterism' -

L102 - 'Dioscuri' - The mythical Greek twins,

Castor and Pollux, the principal stars of the constellation Gemini.

L110 - 'indentured' - contracted

L137 - 'early' - youthful

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Ben Jonson

Benjamin Jonson (c. 11 June 1572 – c. 16 August 1637[2]) was an English playwright and poet, whose artistry exerted a lasting influence upon Eng…

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