<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391885" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To my Dear Friend M. Ben Jonson, on his Fox</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If it might stand with justice to allow<br>The swift conversion of all follies; now,<br>Such is my mercy, that I could admit<br>All sorts should equally approve the wit<br>Of this thy even work, whose growing fame<br>Shall raise thee high, and thou it, with thy name.<br>And did not manners and my love command<br>Me to forbear to make those understand,<br>Whom thou, perhaps, hast in thy wiser doom<br>Long since firmly resolved, shall never come<br>To know more than they do; I would have shewn<br>To all the world, the art, which thou alone<br>Hast taught our tongue, the rules of time, of place,<br>And other rites, delivered, with the grace<br>Of comic style, which, only, is far more<br>Than any English stage hath known before.<br>But, since our subtle gallants think it good<br>To like of nought, that may be understood,<br>Lest they should he disproved; or have, at best,<br>Stomachs so raw, that nothing can digest<br>But what's obscene, or barks: let us desire<br>They may continue, simply, to admire<br>Fine clothes, and strange words; and may live, in age,<br>To see themselves ill brought upon the stage,<br>And like it: whilst thy bold and knowing muse<br>Contemns all praise, but such as thou wouldst choose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Beaumont">Francis Beaumont</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391885" data-title="To my Dear Friend M. Ben Jonson, on his Fox de Francis Beaumont" data-description="If it might stand with justice to allow The swift conversion of all follies; now, Such is my mercy, that I could admit All sorts should equally approve the wit Of this thy even work, whose growing fame Shall raise thee high, and thou it, with thy ..."></div> </div> </div>

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