A Pindaric Ode (Ben Jonson Poems)
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, ...
Ben Jonson Poems on Age (23 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
To Penshurst (Ben Jonson Poems)
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show, Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a rowOf polish'd pillars, or ...
To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of That Noble Pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison (Ben Jonson Poems)
The TurnBrave infant of Saguntum, clearThy coming forth in that great year,When the prodigious Hannibal did crownHis rage, with razing ...
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, ...
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 ...
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 ...
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, ...
An Ode to Himself (Ben Jonson Poems)
Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this ...
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 ...
The Alchemist: Prologue (Ben Jonson Poems)
Fortune, that favours fools, these two short hours,We wish away, both for your sakes and ours,Judging spectators; and desire, in ...
Love-All (Ben Jonson Poems)
The decorously informative churchGuide to Sex suggested that any urgecould well be controlled by playing tennis:and the game provided also ...
To William Camden (Ben Jonson Poems)
Camden, most reverend head, to whom I owe All that I am in arts, all that I know(How nothing's that!), ...
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. ...
A Pindaric Ode (Ben Jonson Poem)
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, When the prodigious Hannibal did crown ...
An Ode to Himself (Ben Jonson Poem)
Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this security, It is ...
Ode to Himself upon the Censure of his New Inn (Ben Jonson Poem)
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Usurp the chair ...
A Part of an Ode (Ben Jonson Poem)
to the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that noble pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison IT is not ...
A Farewell to the World (Ben Jonson Poem)
FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought That hour upon my morn of age; Henceforth I quit thee from ...
A Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme (Ben Jonson Poem)
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits, That expresseth but by fits True conceit, Spoiling senses of their treasure, Cozening judgment ...
To The Memory Of My Beloved, The Author, Mr William Shakespeare, And What He Hath Left Us (Ben Jonson Poem)
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess ...
On My First Son (Ben Jonson Poem)
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy. Seven ...