BEN JONSON
Have made their fairest flight
And now are out of sight. Yet doth some wholesome physic for the mind
Wrapp'd in this paper lie, Which in the taking if you misapply,
You are unkind.
Your covetous hand, Happy in that fair honour it hath gain'd,
Must now be rein'd.
True valour doth her own renown command In one full action; nor have you now more To do, than be a husband of that store.
Think but how dear you bought
This fame which you have caught Such thoughts will make you more in love with truth.
'Tis wisdom, and that high, For men to use their fortune reverently,
Even in youth.
��E'pita'phs 202 (/) On Elizabeth L. H.
WOULDST thou hear what Man can say In a little? Reader, stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As much Beauty as could die: Which in life did harbour give To more Virtue than doth live. If at all she had a fault, Leave it buried in this vault.
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