On Something, That Walks Somewhere
by Ben Jonson
On Something, That Walks Somewhere.
At Court I met it, in clothes brave enough,
To be a courtier; and looks grave enough,
To seem a statesman: as I near it came,
It made me a great face; I asked the name
A Lord, it cried, buried in flesh and blood,
And such from whom let no man hope least good,
For I will do none; and as little ill,
For I will dare none: Good Lord, walk dead still.
Source:Plays And Poems, 2nd Edition
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