A Pindaric Ode (Ben Jonson Poems)
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, ...
Ben Jonson Poems on Faces (20 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, ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
The New Cry (Ben Jonson Poems)
Ere cherries ripe, and strawberries be gone; Unto the cries of London I'll add one; Ripe statesmen, ripe: ...
A Celebration of Charis: IV. Her Triumph (Ben Jonson Poems)
See the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my lady rideth! Each that draws is ...
The Triumph Of Charis (Ben Jonson Poems)
See the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my lady rideth! Each that draws is a swan ...
On Don Surly (Ben Jonson Poems)
Don Surly, to aspire the glorious name Of a great man, and to be thought the same,Makes serious use of ...
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, ...
My Picture Left in Scotland (Ben Jonson Poems)
I now think Love is rather deaf than blind, For else it could not be ...
Song from The Silent Woman (Ben Jonson Poems)
Still to be neat, still to be dressed,As you were going to a feast;Still to be powdered, still perfumed:Lady, it ...
Simplex Munditiis (Ben Jonson Poems)
Still to be neat, still to be dressed,As you were going to a feast;Still to be powdered, still perfumed:Lady, it ...
A Celebration of Charis: IV. Her Triumph (Ben Jonson Poem)
See the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my lady rideth! Each that draws is a swan or a ...
The Triumph (Ben Jonson Poem)
SEE the Chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my Lady rideth! Each that draws is a swan or a ...
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 ...
A Celebration of Charis: I. His Excuse for Loving (Ben Jonson Poem)
Let it not your wonder move, Less your laughter, that I love. Though I now write fifty years, I have ...
Song from The Silent Woman (Ben Jonson Poem)
Still to be neat, still to be dressed, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still ...
My Picture Left in Scotland (Ben Jonson Poem)
I now think Love is rather deaf than blind, For else it could not be That she, Whom I adore ...
Simplex Munditiis (Ben Jonson Poem)
STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powder'd, still ...