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, ...
Ben Jonson Poems on Literature (15 Poems)
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 ...
X: And Must I Sing? (Ben Jonson Poems)
And must I sing? what subject shall I chuse?Or whose great name in Poets heaven use?For the more countenance to ...
Praeludium (Ben Jonson Poems)
And must I sing? What subject shall I choose!Or whose great name in poets' heaven use,For the more countenance to ...
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, ...
To Lucy, Countess of Bedford, with John Donne’s Satires (Ben Jonson Poems)
Lucy, you brightness of our sphere, who are Life of the Muses' day, their morning star! If works, ...
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 Sonnet, to the Noble Lady, the Lady Mary Wroth (Ben Jonson Poems)
I that have been a lover, and could show it, Though not in these, in rhymes not wholly dumb, Since ...
Preconceptio (Ben Jonson Poems)
I have no children: But tonight a poem came in which a small child, my daughter, appeared at the door ...
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 ...
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 Lucy, Countess of Bedford, with John Donne’s Satires (Ben Jonson Poems)
Lucy, you brightness of our sphere, who are Life of the Muses' day, their morning star! If works, not th' ...
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 ...