Ben Jonson Poems on Death & Dying (18 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
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 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
A Hymn to God the Father (Ben Jonson Poems)
Hear me, O God! A broken heart Is my best part. Use still thy rod, That I may prove Therein thy Love. If thou hadst not Been stern to me, But left … Continue reading
Epitaph on S.P., a Child of Queen Elizabeth’s Chapel (Ben Jonson Poems)
Weep with me, all you that read This little story; And know for whom a tear you shed, Death’s self is sorry. ‘Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As Heaven and Nature seemed to strive … Continue reading
Begging Another (Ben Jonson Poems)
For love’s sake, kiss me once again;I long, and should not beg in vain,Here’s none to spy or see;Why do you doubt or stay?I’ll taste as lightly as the beeThat doth but touch his flower and flies away. Once more, … Continue reading
On Elizabeth L. H. (Ben Jonson Poems)
Epitaphs i WOULDST thou hear what Man can say In a little? Reader, stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As much Beauty as could die: Which in life did harbour give To more Virtue than doth live. If at all … Continue reading
Of Life And Death (Ben Jonson Poems)
The ports of death are sins; of life, good deeds:Through which our merit leads us to our meeds.How wilful blind is he, then, that would stray,And hath it in his powers to make his way!This world death’s region is, the … Continue reading
Epitaph on Elizabeth, L.H (Ben Jonson Poems)
Wouldst thou hear what man can sayIn a little? Reader, stay.Underneath this stone doth lieAs much beauty as could die;Which in life did harbor giveTo more virtue than doth live. If at all she had a fault,Leave it buried in … Continue reading
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