Poem by Ben Jonson

To Censorious Courtling

COURTLING, I rather thou should'st utterly
Dispraise my work, than praise it frostily:
When I am read, thou feign'st a weak applause,
As if thou wert my friend, but lack'dst a cause.
This but thy judgment fools: the other way
Would both thy folly and thy spite betray.

1. Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke
2. His Supposed Mistress
3. Queen and Huntress
4. To Francis Beaumont
5. Porth Ceiriad Bay

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