Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
To William Sidney, on his BirthdayBen Jonson (15721637)
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That I may tell to Sidney, what
This day doth say,
And he may think on that
Which I do tell
When all the noise
Of these forced joys
Are fled and gone,
And he with his best genius left alone,
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’Twill be exacted of your name whose son,
Whose nephew, whose grandchild you are;
And men will then
Say you have followed far,
When well begun:
Which must be now: they teach you how;
And he that stays
To live until to-morrow, hath lost two days.
Then
The birthday shines, when logs not burn, but men.