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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395867" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Invective Written By Mr. George Chapman Against Mr. Ben Jonson</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Great, learned, witty Ben, be pleased to light<br>The world with that three-forked fire; nor fright<br>All us, thy sublearned, with luciferous boast<br>That thou art most great, most learn'd, witty most<br>Of all the kingdom, nay of all the earth;<br>As being a thing betwixt a human birth<br>And an infernal; no humanity<br>Of the divine soul shewing man in thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though thy play genius hang his broken wings<br>Full of sick feathers, and with forced things,<br>Imp thy scenes, labour'd and unnatural,<br>And nothing good comes with thy thrice-vex'd call,<br>Comest thou not yet, nor yet? O no, nor yet;<br>Yet are thy learn'd admirers so deep set<br>In thy preferment above all that cite<br>The sun in challenge for the heat and light<br>Of heaven's influences which of you two knew<br>And have most power in them; Great Ben, 'tis you.<br>Examine him, some truly-judging spirit,<br>That pride nor fortune hath to blind his merit,<br>He match'd with all book-fires, he ever read<br>His dusk poor candle-rents; his own fat head<br>With all the learn'd world's, Alexander's flame<br>That Caesar's conquest cow'd, and stript his fame,<br>He shames not to give reckoning in with his;<br>As if the king pardoning his petulancies<br>Should pay his huge loss too in such a score<br>As all earth's learned fires he gather'd for.<br>What think'st thou, just friend? equall'd not this pride<br>All yet that ever Hell or Heaven defied?<br>And yet for all this, this club will inflict<br>His faultful pain, and him enough convict<br>He only reading show'd; learning, nor wit;<br>Only Dame Gilian's fire his desk will fit.<br>But for his shift by fire to save the loss<br>Of his vast learning, this may prove it gross:<br>True Muses ever vent breaths mixt with fire<br>Which, form'd in numbers, they in flames expire<br>Not only flames kindled with their own bless'd breath<br>That gave th' unborn life, and eternize death.<br>Great Ben, I know that this is in thy hand<br>And how thou fix'd in heaven's fix'd star dost stand<br>In all men's admirations and command;<br>For all that can be scribbled 'gainst the sorter<br>Of thy dead repercussions and reporter.<br>The kingdom yields not such another man;<br>Wonder of men he is; the player can<br>And bookseller prove true, if they could know<br>Only one drop, that drives in such a flow.<br>Are they not learned beasts, the better far<br>Their drossy exhalations a star<br>Their brainless admirations may render;<br>For learning in the wise sort is but lender<br>Of men's prime notion's doctrine; their own way<br>Of all skills' perceptible forms a key<br>Forging to wealth, and honour-soothed sense,<br>Never exploring truth or consequence,<br>Informing any virtue or good life;<br>And therefore Player, Bookseller, or Wife<br>Of either, (needing no such curious key)<br>All men and things, may know their own rude way.<br>Imagination and our appetite<br>Forming our speech no easier than they light<br>All letterless companions; t' all they know<br>Here or hereafter that like earth's sons plough<br>All under-worlds and ever downwards grow,<br>Nor let your learning think, egregious Ben,<br>These letterless companions are not men<br>With all the arts and sciences indued,<br>If of man's true and worthiest knowledge rude,<br>Which is to know and be one complete man,<br>And that not all the swelling ocean<br>Of arts and sciences, can pour both in:<br>If that brave skill then when thou didst begin<br>To study letters, thy great wit had plied,<br>Freely and only thy disease of pride<br>In vulgar praise had never bound thy [hide].</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Chapman">George Chapman</a><div class=q>
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The world with that three-forked fire; nor fright
All us, thy sublearned, with luciferous boast
That thou art most great, most learn'd, witty most
Of all the kingdom, nay of all the earth;
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