Ben Jonson

(11 June 1572 – 6 August 1637 / London / England)

On Lucy, Countess Of Bedford - Poem by Ben Jonson

This morning, timely rapt with holy fire,
I thought to form unto my zealous Muse  
What kind of creature I could most desire,
To honour, serve, and love; as poets use.
I meant to make her fair, and free, and wise,
Of greatest blood, and yet more good than great;
I meant the day-star should not brighter rise,
Nor lend like influence from his lucent seat.
I meant she should be courteous, facile, sweet,
Hating that solemn vice of greatness, pride;
I meant each softest virtue there should meet,
Fit in that softer bosom to reside.
Only a learnèd and a manly soul
I purposed her; that should, with even powers,
The rock, the spindle, and the shears control
Of Destiny, and spin her own free hours.
Such when I meant to feign, and wished to see,
My Muse bade
Bedford
write, and that was she.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



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