Queen and huntress, chaste and fair Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light Goddess, excellently bright.
Ben JonsonFor whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.
Ben JonsonPopular men, They must create strange monsters, and then quell them, To make their arts seem something.
Ben Jonson