An Ode For Ben Jonson

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Title:     An Ode For Ben Jonson
Author: (Poet) Robert Herrick [More Titles by Herrick]

Ah Ben!
Say how or when
Shall we, thy guests,
Meet at those lyric feasts,
Made at the Sun,
The Dog, the Triple Tun;
Where we such clusters had,
As made us nobly wild, not mad?
And yet each verse of thine
Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine.

My Ben!
Or come again,
Or send to us
Thy wit's great overplus;
But teach us yet
Wisely to husband it,
Lest we that talent spend;
And having once brought to an end
That precious stock,--the store
Of such a wit the world should have no more.

[The end]
(Poet) Robert Herrick's poem: Ode For Ben Jonson

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