William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
VivamusBen Jonson (15721637)
C
While we may the sports of Love;
Time will not be ours for ever,
He at length our good will sever.
Suns that set may rise again;
But if once we lose this light,
’Tis with us perpetual night.
Fame and rumour are but toys.
Cannot we delude the eyes
Of a few poor household spies?
So removèd by our wile?
’Tis no sin Love’s fruit to steal,
But the sweet theft to reveal:
To be taken, to be seen,
These have crimes accounted been.