Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD, by BEN JONSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Madam, I told you late how I repented Last Line: Make it your gift. See whither that will bear me. Subject(s): Bedford, Lucy, Countess Of (1581-1627); Russell, Lucy, Countess Of Bedford | ||||||||
Madam, I told you late how I repented, I asked a lord a buck, and he denied me; And, ere I could ask you, I was prevented: For your most noble offer had supplied me. Straight went I home; and there most like a poet, I fancied to myself, what wine, what wit I would have spent: how every muse should know it, And Phoebus' self should be at eating it. O madam, if your grant did thus transfer me, Make it your gift. See whither that will bear me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD, WITH MR. DONNE'S SATIRES by BEN JONSON EPISTLE TO THE LADY LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD by SAMUEL DANIEL AUTHOR AD LIBRUM by BEN JONSON A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 1. HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING by BEN JONSON A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 4. HER TRIUMPH by BEN JONSON A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 5. HIS DISCOURSE WITH CUPID by BEN JONSON A FIT OF RHYME AGAINST RHYME [OR, RIME] by BEN JONSON A NYMPH'S PASSION by BEN JONSON A SONNET, TO THE NOBLE LADY, THE LADY MARY WROTH by BEN JONSON AN ODE TO HIMSELF by BEN JONSON ANSWER TO MASTER WITHER'S SONG, 'SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR?' by BEN JONSON |
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