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, ...
Ben Jonson Poems (127 Poems)
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, ...
A Hymn to God the Father (Ben Jonson Poems)
Hear me, O God! A broken heart Is my best part. Use still thy rod, That ...
The Metamorphose (Ben Jonson Poems)
The fairy beam upon you, The stars to glister on you; A moon of light ...
In The Person Of Womankind (Ben Jonson Poems)
A SONG APOLOGETICMen, if you love us, play no more The fools or tyrants with your friends,To make us still ...
On Lucy, Countess of Bedford (Ben Jonson Poems)
This morning, timely rapt with holy fire,I thought to form unto my zealous Muse What kind of creature I could ...
Queen and Huntress (Ben Jonson Poems)
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair ...
On Giles and Joan (Ben Jonson Poems)
Who says that Giles and Joan at discord be? Th' observing neighbors no such mood can see.Indeed, poor Giles repents ...
Evening: Barents Sea (Ben Jonson Poems)
The trawl of unquiet mind drops asternGreat lucid streamers bar the sky ahead(bifurcated banners at a tourney)light alchemizes the brass ...
Epitaph on S.P., a Child of Queen Elizabeth’s Chapel (Ben Jonson Poems)
Weep with me, all you that read This little story; And know for whom a tear you shed, Death's self ...
My Picture Left in Scotland (Ben Jonson Poems)
I now think Love is rather deaf than blind, For else it could not be ...
Song to Celia II (Ben Jonson Poems)
Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a ...
VI: To The Same (Ben Jonson Poems)
Kisse mee, Sweet: The wary loverCan your favours keepe, and cover,When the common courting jayAll your bounties will betray.Kisse againe: ...
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 ...
The Thames At Mortlake (Ben Jonson Poems)
if only for ten minutesafter the mass feeding of schoolchildrenafter the careful inanity of the staffat low tidethis was the ...
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!), ...
Begging Another (Ben Jonson Poems)
For love's sake, kiss me once again;I long, and should not beg in vain,Here's none to spy or see;Why do ...
To My Book (Ben Jonson Poems)
It will be looked for, book, when some but see Thy title, Epigrams, and named of me,Thou should'st be bold, ...
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 ...
Song: To Cynthia (Ben Jonson Poems)
From "Cynthia's Revels"Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,Now the sun is laid to sleep,Seated in thy silver chair,State in wonted ...
Occupation: Father (Ben Jonson Poems)
My son finds occupationin almost nothing, in everything:my soapy penitential toothpaste,his mother's loosened hairorts, containers, useless things;watches as I peeas ...
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 ...
Natural Progress (Ben Jonson Poems)
In all faith, we did our part:generated punctually, prepared adequately,ejected promptly,and swam in the approved mannerin the appropriate direction;did all ...
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 ...
IX: Song: To Celia (Ben Jonson Poems)
Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kisse but in the cup, ...
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, ...
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 ...
To John Donne (Ben Jonson Poems)
Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse Who, to thy one, all other brains refuse; Whose every ...
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 ...