Ben Jonson

Let it not your wonder move, Less your laughter, that I love
Though I now write fifty years, I have had, and have, my peers; Poets, though divine, are men, Some have lov'd as old again
And it is not always face, Clothes, or fortune, give...

Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kisse but in the cup, And Ile not look for wine
The thirst, that from the soule doth rise, Doth aske a drink divine:
But might I of Jove's Nectar sup, I wou...

Come, my Celia, let us
While we may, the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever;
He at length our good will sever

Wouldst thou hear what man can
In a little
Reader, stay
Underneath this stone doth

Weep with me, all you that read This little story;
And know for whom a tear you shed, Death's self is sorry
'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature,
As Heaven and Nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature...

Kim, composite of all my loves,less real than most, more real than all;of my making, all the good andsome of the bad, yet of yourself;sole, unique, strong, alone,whole, independent, one: yet minein that you cannot be unfaithful

In the ember days of my last free summer,here I lie, outside myself, watchingthe gross body eating a poor curry:satisfied at what I have done, scared of whatI have to do in my last free winter