A Pindaric Ode (Ben Jonson Poems)
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, ...
Ben Jonson Poems on Time (21 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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
V: Song: To Celia (Ben Jonson Poems)
Come my Celia, let us prove,While wee may, the sports of love;Time will not be ours, for'ever:He, at length, our ...
Song To Celia – I (Ben Jonson Poems)
Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever,He at length our ...
Christmas, His Masque (extract) (Ben Jonson Poems)
Why Gentlemen, doe you know what you doe? ha! Would you ha'kept me out? Christmas, old Christmas? Christmas of London, ...
Come, My Celia (Ben Jonson Poems)
Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may, the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever;He at length our ...
Living by (Ben Jonson Poems)
Walking, snow falling, it is possibleto focus at various distancesin turn on separate flakes, sharply engagethe attention at several spatial ...
Conditions of Living (Ben Jonson Poems)
Living a whole life has three conditions: absorbing work which demands and brings fulfilment, a group of friends with whom ...
Epitaph On The Countess Of Pembroke (Ben Jonson Poems)
Underneath this sable hearseLies the subject of all verse,Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother:Death! ere thou hast slain another,Learned, and fair, and ...
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 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 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 ...
Come, My Celia (Ben Jonson Poem)
Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may, the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever; He ...
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 ...
Song To Celia – I (Ben Jonson Poem)
Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever, He ...