...will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little farther, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live. But the actual "monument," the portrait bust in the chancel of Holy Trinity, has great importance....

...proof against them; and, indeed, Above the ill fortune of them or the need. I, therefore, will begin. Soul of the age, The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage, My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further,...

...the note that Goethe had sounded and to have applied it to ourselves. If there is any " Ben Jonson: Soul of the Age! The Applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! '42. To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare and What He Hath Left Us' in...

...Volpone Mischiefs feed Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed. 5276 To William Shakespeare' Soul of the Age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! 5277 'That Women are but Men's Shadows' Follow a shadow, it still flies you; Seem to By it, it will...

...will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a Monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live . . . In equally extravagant fashion, Jonson went on: Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To...

...flourishes on the possible abuses of praise, Jonson grandiloquently launched forth on Shakespeare: Soul of the Age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our Stage! My Shakespeare, rise; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further,...

...subject, from the poem that introduces the First Folio, possess every kind of precedence and authority: Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise: I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser, or hid Beaumont lie A little further,...

...proof against them; and, indeed, Above the ill fortune of them or the need. I, therefore, will begin. or Neptune's hips; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further,...

...those lines which we did not touch upon before. Jonson exclaims (as if contradicting William Basse): Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spencer, or bid Beaumont lie A little further,...

...when he died, no eulogies from his contemporaries in London or in Stratford. Jonson's ode also says Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy Book doth live. Enigmatic? Not to one who knows the cipher story, particularly since there was a very visible physical...