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To Lucy Countesse of Bedford
by Ben Jonson
THIS morning, timely rapt with holy fire,
I thought to forme unto my zealous Muse,
What kinde of creature I could most desire,
To honor, serve, and love ; as Poets use.
I meant to make her and free, and wise,
Of greatest blood, and yet more good than great ;
I meant the day-starre should not brighter rise,
Nor lend like influence from his lucent seat.
I meant shee should be curteous, facile, sweet,
Hating that solemne vice of greatnesse, pride ;
I meant each softest vertue, there should meet,
Fit in that softer bosome to reside.
Onely a learned, and a manly soule
I purpos'd her ; that should, with even powers,
The rock, the spindle, and the sheeres controule
Of destinie, and spin her owne free houres.
Such when I meant to faigne, and wish'd to see,
My Muse bade, Bedford write, and that was shee.