Ben Jonson Poems on Mind (16 Poems)
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
XI: Epode (Ben Jonson Poems)
Not to know vice at all, and keepe true state, Is vertue, and not Fate:Next, to that vertue, is to know vice well, And her black spight expell.Which to effect (since no brest is so sure, Or safe, but shee’ll … 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
Ode upon the Censure of his New Inn (Ben Jonson Poems)
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Usurp the chair of wit! Indicting and arraigning every day Something they call a play. … Continue reading
The Speech (Ben Jonson Poems)
The long laments I spent for ruin’d Troy,Are dried; and now mine eyes run teares of joy.No more shall men suppose Electra dead,Though from the consort of her sisters fledUnto the Artick circle, here to grace,And gild this day with … 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
An Ode to Himself (Ben Jonson Poems)
Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this security, It is the common moth That eats on wits and arts, and oft destroys them both. … Continue reading
A Farewell to the World (Ben Jonson Poems)
FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought That hour upon my morn of age; Henceforth I quit thee from my thought, My part is ended on thy stage. Yes, threaten, do. Alas! I fear As little … Continue reading
The Noble Balm (Ben Jonson Poems)
HIGH-SPIRITED friend,I send nor balms nor cor’sives to your wound: Your fate hath foundA gentler and more agile hand to tendThe cure of that which is but corporal;And doubtful days, which were named critical, … Continue reading
Living by (Ben Jonson Poems)
Walking, snow falling, it is possibleto focus at various distancesin turn on separate flakes, sharply engagethe attention at several spatial points:the nearer cold and more uncomfortable,the farther distanced and almost pleasing. Living, time passing, it is preferableto focus the memory … Continue reading
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