Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall o the snow Before the soil hath smutched it?… O so white! O so soft! O so sweet is she! – Ben Johnson
Ill give anything for a good copy now, be it true or false, so it be news. – Ben Johnson
I am grieved that it should be said he is my brother, and take these courses. Well, as he brews, so shall he drink, for George again. Yet he shall hear ont, and tightly, too, an I live, ifaith. – Ben Johnson
