FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought
Ben Jonson
Hear me, O God!
to the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that noble pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison
Brave infant of Saguntum, clear
Weep with me, all you that read
It is not growing like a tree
Still to be neat, still to be dressed,
Come, my Celia, let us prove
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Follow a shadow, it still flies you;
Good and great God, can I not think of thee
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name