The Poetical Works of William Shakespeare and Ben Jonson (Google eBook)

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1879 - English poetry
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Contents

Verses among the additional Poems to Chesters
264
Preface
vii
To King James 7
7
On the New Hothouse 8
8
To my Lord Ignorant 8 XI On Something that walks somewhere 9
9
To Doctor Empiric 11
11
On Courtworm 12
12
To the learned Critic 13
13
o the same Sir Cod 11
14
To John Donne 15
15
To the Parliament 16
16
On Don Surly 17
17
To Sir Annual Tilter 18
18
To Person Guilty 19
19
To the Same 20
20
To the Ghost of Martial 21
21
On Old Colt 22
22
On Gypsy 23
23
On Robert Earl of Salisbury 24
24
To Sir Luckless Wooall 25
25
To the Same 26
26
To King James upon the happy false ru mor of his death the two and twentieth day of March 1607 27 LIT To Censorious Courtling 27
27
On Cheveril 28
28
LVI On Poetape 29
29
LVn On Bawds and Usurers 30
30
To Fool or Knave 31
31
To the Same upon the accession of the treasurerhip to him 32
32
To my Muse 33
33
To Sir Henry Cary 33 LXVII To Thomas Earl of Suffolk 34
34
On Playwright 35 LXIX To Pertinax Cob 35
35
To William Iioe 36
36
To Thomas Lord Chancellor Egerton 37
37
On Lippe the Teacher 38
38
On Lucy Countess of Bedford 39
39
To Hornet 40
40
Of Life and Death 41
41
To Lucy Countess of Bedford 42 LXXXV To Sir Henry Goodyere 42
42
To the Same 43
43
LXXXVH On Captain Hazard the Cheater 43 LXXXVIII On English Monsieur 44
44
On Mill my Ladys Woman 46
46
To Sir Horace Vere 47
47
XCH The New Cry 48
48
XCII1 To Sir John Ratcliffe 49
49
To Lucy Countess of Bedford with Mr Donnes Satires 50
50
To Sir Henry Savile 51
51
To John Donne 53
53
To Sir Thomas Roe 54
54
To the Same 55
55
Inviting a Friend to Supper 56
56
To William Earl of Pembroke 57
57
CHI To Mary Lady Wroth 58 CIV To Susan Countess of Montgomery 59 CV To Mary Lady Wroth 60 CVI To Sir Edward Herbert 61 CVII To Capt...
61
To True Soldiers 63
63
To Benjamin Rudyerd 73
73
To the Same 74
74
To his Lady then Mistress Cary 75
75
To William Roe 76
76
To Mime 77
77
To Alphonso Ferrabosco on his Book 78
78
To the Same 79
79
To Mr Joshua Sylvester 80
80
On the Famous Voyage 81
81
The Fokfst I Why I write not of Love 93
93
To Sir Robert Wroth 98
98
To the World 102
102
To Celia 105
105
To the Same 106
106
That Women are but Mens Shadows 107
107
To Celia 109
109
Praludinm 110
110
Epode 112
112
Epistle to Elizabeth Countess of Rutland 117
117
Epistle to Katharine Lady Anhignr 121
121
Ode to Sir William Sidney on hi ISirthday 128
128
XT To Heaven 129
129
Poems of Devotion
133
HI What he Suffered 139
139
Begging Another on Color of Mending
145
0 do not wanton with those eyes 151
151
Against Jealousy 157
157
An Epistle to Master John Selden 166
166
An Epitaph on Master Philip Gray 177
177
to Himself 184
184
An Ode to James Earl of Desmond 186
186
A Sonnet to the Noble Lady the Lady Mary Wroth 192
192
An Epigram to the SmallPox 199
199
To make the doubt clear 207
207
Let mo be what I am 213 An Execration upon Vulcan 216
216
A Speech according to Horace 227
227
An Epistle answering to one that asked to be sealed
233
An Epigram to the Honored Countess of 240
240
Epistle to Mr Arthur Squib 247
247
An Epigram to William Earl of Newcastle 252
252
An Epigram on the Princes Birth 258
258
To the Right Honorable the Lord High Treasurer
269
The Humble Petition of Poor Hen 281
281
Fair friend tis true your beauties
289
To the Most Noble and above his Titles Robert Earl
317
To the Memory of my Beloved Master William
323
Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke
329
Epitaph on Michael Drayton
335
To the Worthy Author of The Husband
341
The Kiss
383
Ixdex of First Lines
389

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Page 109 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 153 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page 269 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 184 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 277 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Page 180 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss, and loss with store ; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay, Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate That Time will come and take my Love away : This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Page 288 - T^EAR no more the heat o' the sun -*- Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the...
Page 266 - A lily of a day 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.
Page 217 - Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently swayst The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks, that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand! To be so tickled, they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips, O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips. Since saucy...
Page 41 - Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.

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