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  • Title: Prefatory Materials (Folio 1, 1663)

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    Author: Ben Jonson
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    Prefatory Materials (Folio 1, 1663)











    Of all, that insolent Greece, or haughtie Rome
    sent forth, or since did from their ashes come.
    Triumph, my Britaine, thou hast one to showe,
    To whom all Scenes of Europe homage owe.
    165He was not of an age, but for all time!
    And all the Muses still were in their prime,
    When like Apollo he came forth to warme
    Our eares, or like a Mercury to charme!
    Nature her selfe was proud of his designes,
    170And ioy'd to weare the dressing of his lines!
    Which were so richly spun, and wouen so fit,
    As, since, she will vouchsafe no other Wit.
    The merry Greeke, tart Aristophanes,
    Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please;
    175But antiquated, and deserted lye
    As they were not of Natures family.
    Yet must I not giue Nature all: Thy Art,
    My gentle Shakespeare, must enioy a part.
    For though the Poets matter, Nature be,
    180His Art doth giue the fashion. And, that he,
    Who casts to write a liuing line, must sweat,
    (such as thine are) and strike the second heat
    Vpon the Muses anuile: turne the same,
    (And himselfe with it) that he thinkes to frame;
    185Or for the lawrell, he may gaine a scorne,
    For a good Poet's made, as well as borne.
    And such wert thou. Looke how the fathers face
    Liues in his issue, euen so, the race
    Of Shakespeares minde, and manners brightly shines
    190In his well torned, and true-filed lines:
    In each of which, he seemes to shake a Lance,
    As brandish't at the eyes of Ignorance.
    Sweet Swan of Auon! what a sight it were
    To see thee in our waters yet appeare,
    195And make those flights vpon the bankes of Thames,
    That so did take Eliza, and our Iames!
    But stay, I see thee in the Hemisphere
    Aduanc'd, and made a Constellation there!
    Shine forth, thou Starre of Poets, and with rage,
    200Or influence, chide, or cheere the drooping Stage;
    Which, since thy flight frõ hence, hath mourn'd like night,
    And despaires day, but for thy Volumes light.


    BEN: IONSON.