Love
The Banquet of Sense
From Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan Age, ed. A. H. Bullen (London: Nimmo, 1889)
Love
1. Then, in a free and lofty strain
Our broken tunes we thus repair;
2. And we answer them again,
Running division on the panting air;
Ambo. To celebrate this feast of sense,
As free from scandal as offence.
1. Here is beauty for the eye;
2. For the ear sweet melody;
1. Ambrosiac odours for the smell;
2. Delicious nectar for the taste;
Ambo. For the touch a lady's waist,
Which doth all the rest excel.
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MLA
Jonson, Ben. “The Banquet of Sense.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/jonson/39/.
Chicago
Jonson, Ben. “The Banquet of Sense.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/jonson/39/.
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