Ben Jonson Poems on Literature (15 Poems)
XII: Epistle To Elizabeth Countesse Of Rutland (Ben Jonson Poems)
Madame, VVhil’st that, for which all vertue now is sold, And almost every vice, almightie gold,That which, to boote with hell, is thought worth heaven, And for it, life, conscience, yea soules are given,Toyles, by grave custome, up and downe … 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
X: And Must I Sing? (Ben Jonson Poems)
And must I sing? what subject shall I chuse?Or whose great name in Poets heaven use?For the more countenance to my active Muse? Hercules? alas his bones are yet sore,With his old earthly labours. T’exact more,Of his dull god-head, were … Continue reading
Praeludium (Ben Jonson Poems)
And must I sing? What subject shall I choose!Or whose great name in poets’ heaven use,For the more countenance to my active muse? Hercules? alas, his bones are yet soreWith his old earthly labours t’ exact moreOf his dull godhead … Continue reading
A Celebration of Charis: I. His Excuse for Loving (Ben Jonson Poems)
Let it not your wonder move, Less your laughter, that I love. Though I now write fifty years, I have had, and have, my peers; Poets, though divine, are men, Some have lov’d as old … Continue reading
To Lucy, Countess of Bedford, with John Donne’s Satires (Ben Jonson Poems)
Lucy, you brightness of our sphere, who are Life of the Muses’ day, their morning star! If works, not th’ author’s, their own grace should look, Whose poems would not wish to be your book? But … Continue reading
On my First Son (Ben Jonson Poems)
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sin was too much hope of thee, lov’d boy. Seven years tho’ wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate, on the just … Continue reading
A Sonnet, to the Noble Lady, the Lady Mary Wroth (Ben Jonson Poems)
I that have been a lover, and could show it, Though not in these, in rhymes not wholly dumb, Since I exscribe your sonnets, am becomeA better lover, and much better poet.Nor is my Muse, or I ashamed to owe … Continue reading
Preconceptio (Ben Jonson Poems)
I have no children: But tonight a poem came in which a small child, my daughter, appeared at the door of a half-lit room where late one night I wrote at a heavy desk. And though interruption was hardly welcome … Continue reading
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