Ben Jonson Poems on Fairness (17 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 →

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 →

Inviting a Friend to Supper (Ben Jonson Poems)

Tonight, grave sir, both my poor house and I Do equally desire your company: Not that we think us worthy such a guest, But that your worth will dignify our feast With those that come; whose grace may … Continue reading →

On Lucy, Countess of Bedford (Ben Jonson Poems)

This morning, timely rapt with holy fire,I thought to form unto my zealous Muse What kind of creature I could most desire,To honour, serve, and love; as poets use.I meant to make her fair, and free, and wise,Of greatest blood, … Continue reading →

Queen and Huntress (Ben Jonson Poems)

The Metamorphose (Ben Jonson Poems)

The fairy beam upon you, The stars to glister on you; A moon of light In the noon of night, Till the fire-drake hath o’ergone you. The wheel of fortune guide you … Continue reading →

Song: To Cynthia (Ben Jonson Poems)

From “Cynthia’s Revels” 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 shadeDare itself to interpose;Cynthia’s shining orb was … Continue reading →

Song To Diana (Ben Jonson Poems)

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,Now the sun is laid to sleep,Seated in thy silver chairState in wonted manner keep:Hesperus entreats thy light,Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shadeDare itself to interpose;Cynthia’s shining orb was madeHeaven to clear … Continue reading →