from Otia Sacra


by Mildmay Fane

He who began from brick and lime
        The Muses' hill to climb,
And whilom busied in laying stone,
        Thirsted to drink of Helicon,
        Changing his trowel for a pen,
Wrote straight the temper not of dirt, but men.

Now, since that he is turned to clay, and gone,
        Let those remain of th' occupation
He honored once, square him a tomb may say
        His craft exceeded far a dauber's way;
Then write upon 't: He could no longer tarry,
But was returned again unto the quarry.

Maclean, Hugh, Ed. Ben Jonson and the Cavalier Poets
New York: W. W. Norton & Company, Inc. 1974. 205.

to Mildmay Fane

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