Ah Ben! <br />Say how or when <br />Shall we, thy guests, <br />Meet at those lyric feasts, <br />Made at the Sun, <br />The Dog, the Triple Tun; <br />Where we such clusters had, <br />As made us nobly wild, not mad? <br />And yet each verse of thine <br />Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine. <br /> <br />My Ben! <br />Or come again, <br />Or send to us <br />Thy wit's great overplus; <br />But teach us yet <br />Wisely to husband it, <br />Lest we that talent spend; <br />And having once brought to an end <br />That precious stock,--the store <br />Of such a wit the world should have no more.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-for-ben-jonson/
