Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle soules, for thus friends absent speak.
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Me too. Even wrote a dissertation about him. But I understand the appeal of Jonson: take this for example:
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair
State in wonted manner keep:
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.
Earth, let not thy envious shade
Dare itself to interpose;
Cynthia's shining orb was made
Heaven to clear when day did close:
Bless us then with wished sight,
Goddess excellently bright.
Lay thy bow of pearl apart
And thy crystal-shining quiver;
Give unto the flying hart
Space to breathe, how short soever:
Thou that mak'st a day of night,
Goddess excellently bright.
About as classic an English poem as one could find: crystalline, complete. Jonson writes to the heart as Donne writes to the intelligence and, I suppose, it's a matter of inclination which grabs you best.
Joanna