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
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