Quotation by Ben Jonson

Come leave the loathed stage,
And the more loathsome age,
Where pride and impudence in faction knit
Usurp the chair of wit:
Indicting and arraigning every day,
Something they call a play.
Let their fastidious, vain
Commission of the brain,
Run on and rage, sweat, censure, and condemn:
They were not made for thee, less thou for them.
Ben Jonson (1572–1637), British dramatist, poet. Ode to Himself (l. 1–10). . .

The Complete Poems [Ben Jonson]. George Parfitt, ed. (1988) Penguin.
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