Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO BEN JONSON, 6 JAN. 1603, by JOHN ROE First Line: The state and mens affaires are the best playes Last Line: The bruised reed, nor quencheth smoaking flaxe. Subject(s): Jonson, Ben (1572-1637); Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
The State and mens affaires are the best playes Next yours; 'Tis nor more nor lesse than due praise. Write, but touch not the much descending race Of Lords houses, so settled in worths place, As but themselves none thinke them usurpers. It is no fault in thee to suffer theirs. If the Queene Masque, or King a hunting goe, Though all the court follow, Let them. We know Like them in goodnesse that Court ne'r will be, For that were vertue, and not flatterie. Forget we were thrust out; It is but thus, God threatens Kings, Kings Lords, as Lords doe us. Judge of strangers, Trust and believe your friend, And so me; And when I true friendship end, With guilty conscience let me be worse stonge, Then with Pophams sentence theeves, or Cookes tongue Traitors are. Friends are our selves. This I thee tell As to my friend, and to my selfe as Counsell; Let for a while the times unthrifty rout Contemne learning, and all your studies flout. Let them scorne Hell, they will a Sergeant feare, More then wee that; ere long God may forbeare, But Creditors will not. Let them increase In riot and excesse as their meanes cease; Let them scorne him that made them, and still shun His Grace, but love the whore who hath undone Them and their soules. But; that they that allow But one God, should have religions enow For the Queens Masque, and their husbands, far more Then all the Gentiles knew, or Atlas bore! Well, let all passe, and trust him who nor cracks The bruised Reed, nor quencheth smoaking flaxe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB |
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