English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Ben Jonson
154. A Farewell to the World
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That hour upon my morn of age;
Henceforth I quit thee from my thought,
My part is ended on thy stage.
As little as I hope from thee:
I know thou canst not show nor bear
More hatred than thou hast to me.
Thou didst abuse and then betray;
Since stir’d’st up jealousies and fears,
When all the causes were away.
Where breathe the basest of thy fools;
Where envious arts professèd be,
And pride and ignorance the schools;
But as ’tis rumour’d, so believed;
Where every freedom is betray’d,
And every goodness tax’d or grieved.
Our frail condition it is such
That what to all may happen here,
If ’t chance to me, I must not grutch.
To harbour a divided thought
From all my kind—that, for my sake,
There should a miracle be wrought.
To age, misfortune, sickness, grief:
But I will bear these with that scorn
As shall not need thy false relief.
As wanderers do, that still do roam;
But make my strengths, such as they are,
Here in my bosom, and at home.