James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
January 22On Lord Bacons Birthday
By Ben Jonson (15721637)
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How comes it all things so about thee smile?
The fire, the wine, the men! and in the midst
Thou stand’st as if some mystery thou didst!
Pardon, I read it in thy face, the day
For whose returns, and many, all these pray;
And so do I. This is the sixtieth year,
Since Bacon, and thy lord was born, and here;
Son to the grave wise Keeper of the Seal,
Fame and foundation of the English weal.
What then his father was, that since is he,
Now with a title more to the degree;
England’s high Chancellor: the destined heir,
In his soft cradle, to his father’s chair:
Whose even thread the fates spin round and full,
Out of their choicest and their whitest wool.
’Tis a brave cause of joy, let it be known,
For ’twere a narrow gladness, kept thine own.
Give me a deep crowned bowl, that I may sing,
In raising him, the wisdom of my king.