To The Memory Of My Beloved, The Author, Mr William Shakespeare, And What He Hath Left Us by Ben Jonson — Sad Poetry Lines
By Ben Jonson
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither Man nor Muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage. But these ways Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise; For silliest ignorance on these may light, Which when it sounds at best but echoes right; Or blind affection, which doth ne'er advance The truth, but gropes, and urges all by chance; Or crafty malice might pretend this praise, And think to ruin where it seemed to raise.
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"To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name..."
"To The Memory Of My Beloved, The Author, Mr William Shakespeare, And What He Hath Left Us" by Ben Jonson is a sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational english poem consisting of 80 lines. This English poem by Ben Jonson demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Ben Jonson's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.