Ben Jonson Poems on Kings & Queens (14 Poems)
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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
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: they grow in ev’ry street; At six-and-twenty, ripe. You shall ’em meet, And have him yield no favour, but … Continue reading
Queen and Huntress (Ben Jonson Poems)
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. … Continue reading
Song To Diana (Ben Jonson Poems)
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,Now the sun is laid to sleep,Seated in thy silver chairState in wonted manner keep:Hesperus entreats thy light,Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shadeDare itself to interpose;Cynthia’s shining orb was madeHeaven to clear … Continue reading
On My First Daughter (Ben Jonson Poems)
Here lies, to each her parents’ ruth,Mary, the daughter of their youth;Yet all heaven’s gifts being heaven’s due,It makes the father less to rue.At six months’ end she parted henceWith safety of her innocence;Whose soul heaven’s queen, whose name she … Continue reading
On Salathiel Pavy (Ben Jonson Poem)
A child of Queen Elizabeth’s Chapel Epitaphs: ii WEEP with me, all you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed Death’s self is sorry. ‘Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and … Continue reading
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 of wit! Indicting and arraigning every day Something they call a play. Let their fastidious, vain Commission of the brain … Continue reading
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