“Come, my Celia, let us prove,
While we can, the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever;
He at length our good will sever.”
Ben Jonson “Song to Celia”
Not his
most famous Song to Celia, but an interesting and somewhat bleak version, redolent with whispers of mortality. The opening echoes Marlowe’s “Passionate
Shepherd” to a degree that you wonder if this poem is in part a response to Marlowe’s
death.
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