Ben Jonson Poems on Art (25 Poems)
A Pindaric Ode (Ben Jonson Poems)
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, When the prodigious Hannibal did crown His rage with razing your immortal town. Thou looking then … Continue reading
XIII: Epistle: To Katherine, Lady Aubigny (Ben Jonson Poems)
‘Tis growne almost a danger to speake true Of any good minde, now: There are so few.The bad, by number, are so fortified, As what th’have lost t’expect, they dare deride.So both the prais’d, and praisers suffer: Yet, For others … Continue reading
Ode (Ben Jonson Poems)
To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that Noble Pair, Sir LuciusCary and Sir Henry Morison. I. THE TURN. Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year,When the prodigious Hannibal did crownHis cage, with razing … Continue reading
III: To Sir Robert Wroth (Ben Jonson Poems)
How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth, Whether by choyce, or fate, or both!And, though so neere the Citie, and the Court, Art tane with neithers vice, nor sport:That at great times, art no ambitious guest Of Sheriffes … Continue reading
To Penshurst (Ben Jonson Poems)
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show, Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a rowOf polish’d pillars, or a roofe of gold: Thou hast no lantherne, whereof tales are told;Or stayre, or courts; but stand’st an ancient pile, … Continue reading
To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of That Noble Pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison (Ben Jonson Poems)
The Turn Brave infant of Saguntum, clearThy coming forth in that great year,When the prodigious Hannibal did crownHis rage, with razing your immortal town.Thou looking then aboutEre thou wert half got out,Wise child, didst hastily return,And mad’st thy mother’s womb … Continue reading
Epode (Ben Jonson Poems)
Not to know vice at all, and keep true state, Is virtue and not fate:Next to that virtue, is to know vice well, And her black spite expel.Which to effect (since no breast is so sure, Or safe, but she’ll … Continue reading
To the Memory of My Beloved Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (Ben Jonson Poems)
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor muse can praise too much; ’Tis true, … Continue reading
To the Memory of My Beloved, The Author, Mr. William Shakespeare, (Ben Jonson Poems)
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much.`Tis true, and all men`s suffrage. But these … Continue reading
Nine stages towards Knowing (Ben Jonson Poems)
Why do we lie ‘Why do we lie,’ she questioned, her warm eyeson the grey Autumn wind and its coursing,‘all afternoon wasted in bed like this?’‘Because we cannot lie all night together.’‘Yes,’ she said, satisfied at my reasoning,but going on … Continue reading
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