TO THE MEMORY OF SHAKESPEARE. BY BEN JONSON. [BENJAMIN JONSON was born at Westminster about 1573, and received his early education at the Westminster School under William Camden. Becoming disgusted with the trade of bricklayer, to which his stepfather had trained him, he left home and served as a soldier in Flanders. Returning, by or before 1597 he became a player and playwright to "The Admiral's Men." "Every Man in his Humour" was successfully produced at the Globe in 1598, Shakespeare himself being in the cast, and Jonson thenceforth ranked with the foremost dramatists of the period. His first success was followed by "Cynthia's Revels," "The Poetaster," "Sejanus," "Volpone, or the Fox," "Epicone, or the Silent Woman," "The Alchemist," "Catiline," "Bartholomew Fair," and "The Devil is an Ass." He wrote also masques and entertainments for James I. and Charles I., and received pensions from both. Palsy, dropsy, and perhaps Charles's embarrassments, cut off his resources, and he died poor in 1637. He was buried in Westminster Abbey, in the Poets' Corner, where a tablet bears the inscription, "O rare Ben Jonson."] To the Memory of my Beloved Master, William Shakespeare, and what he hath left us. TO DRAW no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, As neither man nor Muse can praise too much. And we have wits to read, and praise to give. VOL. XII. — -26 I mean with great but disproportioned Muses: Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead, Of all, that insolent Greece or haughty Rome As they were not of nature's family. Or for the laurel, he may gain a scorn; For a good poet's made as well as born, And such wert thou! Look how the father's face Lives in his issue, even so the race Of Shakespeare's mind and manners brightly shines In his well-turned and true-filed lines: In each of which he seems to shake a lance, As brandished at the eyes of ignorance. |