JOHN DONNE.
1573-1631.
FUNERAL ELEGIES, ON THE PROGRESS OF THE SOUL.
_The Second Anniversary_. Line 245.
We understood
Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood
Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought,
That one might almost say her body thought.
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_Elegy_ 8. _The Comparison_.
She and comparisons are odious.
BEN JONSON.
1571-1637.
_To Celia_.
(From "The Forest.")
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
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_The Sweet Neglect_. (From the "Silent Woman." Act i. Sc. 5.)
Still to be neat, still to be drest
As you were going to a feast.
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Give me a look, give me a face,
That makes simplicity a grace.
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_Good Life_, _Long Life_.
In small proportion we just beauties see,
And in short measures life may perfect be.
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_Epitaph on Elizabeth_.
Underneath this stone doth lie
As much beauty as could die;
Which in life did harbor give
To more virtue than doth live.
_Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke_.
Underneath this sable hearse
Lies the subject of all verse,
Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother.
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