SONG. Take, oh, take those lips away, Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow, BEN JONSON'S POETICAL PREFACE TO To the memory of my beloved, the Author, And what he hath left us. To draw no envy (Shakespeare) on thy name wayes But these Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise; But thou art proofe against them, and, indeed, A little further, to make thee a roome: As they were not of Nature's family. And such wert thou. Looke how the father's face Of Shakespeare's mind and manners brightly shines In his well-torned and true-filed lines: In each of which he seems to shake a Lance As brandish't at the eyes of Ignorance. Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appeare And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza and our James! But stay, I see thee in the Hemisphere Advanc'd, and made a Constellation there! Shine forth, thou starre of Poets, and with rage like night And despaires day, but for thy Volumes light. BEN: JONSON. VERSES AMONG THE ADDITIONAL POEMS TO CHESTER'S LOVE'S MARTYR, OR ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT (1601), TO WHICH SHAKESPEARE'S NAME WAS APPENDED. LET the bird of loudest lay, To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou, shrieking harbinger, Foul pre-currer of the fiend, Augur of the fever's end, To this troop come thou not near. From this session interdict Let the priest in surplice white, And thou, treble-dated crow, With the breath thou giv'st and tak'st, Here the anthem doth commence : So they lov'd, as love in twain Hearts remote, yet not asunder; |