Posts by tag: Ben Jonson

All The World a Parasite

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I can feel

A whimsy in my blood. I know not how,

Success hath made me wanton. I could skip

Out of my skin now, like a subtle snake,

I am so limber. O! your parasite

Is a most precious thing, dropped from above,

Not bred amongst clods and clotpoles here on earth.

I muse the mystery was not made a science,

It is so liberally professed. Almost

All the wise world is little else, in nature,

But parasites or sub-parasites . . .

 

Lines lifted from Ben Jonson’s Volpone, or the Fox (III. i . 3-13).