To Courtling
Read 'To Courtling' by 'Ben Jonson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
LXXII. — TO COURTLING. I grieve not, COURTLING, thou art started up A chamber-critic, and doth dine, and sup At madam's table, where thou mak'st all wit Go high, or low, as thou wilt value it. 'Tis not thy judgment breeds thy prejudice, Thy person only, Courtling, is the vice.
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