Ben Jonson Poems on Night (28 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
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
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
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
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
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