Ben Jonson
That Women Are But Men’s Shadows by Ben Jonson

That Women Are But Men’s Shadows by Ben Jonson

Follow a shadow, it still flies you; Seem to fly it, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you; Let her alone, she will court you. Say, are not women truly then ...

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Have You Seen But A Bright Lily Grow by Ben Jonson

Have You Seen But A Bright Lily Grow by Ben Jonson

Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall of snow Before the soil hath smutched it? Have you felt the wool of ...

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Come, My Celia by Ben Jonson

Come, My Celia by Ben Jonson

Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may, the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever;He at length our good will sever.Spend not then his gifts in vain.Suns that set may rise ...

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To John Donne by Ben Jonson

To John Donne by Ben Jonson

Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each MuseWho, to thy one, all other brains refuse;Whose every work of thy most early witCame forth example, and remains so yet;Longer a-knowing ...

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Song To Celia Ii by Ben Jonson

Song To Celia Ii by Ben Jonson

Drink to me only with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kiss but in the cup,And I'll not look for wine.The thirst that from the soul doth riseDoth ask a drink ...

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His Excuse For Loving by Ben Jonson

His Excuse For Loving by Ben Jonson

Let it not your wonder move, Less your laughter, that I love.Though I now write fifty years,I have had, and have, my peers.Poets, though divine, are men;Some have loved as old ...

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Ode To Sir William Sydney, On His Birthday by Ben Jonson

Ode To Sir William Sydney, On His Birthday by Ben Jonson

Now that the harth is crown'd with smiling fire,And some do drink, and some do dance,Some ring,Some sing,And all do strive t'advanceThe gladnesse higher:Wherefore should IStand ...

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Epitaph On S.P., A Child Of Queen Elizabeth’s Chapel by Ben Jonson

Epitaph On S.P., A Child Of Queen Elizabeth’s Chapel by Ben Jonson

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 feature, As Heaven ...

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The Noble Nature by Ben Jonson

The Noble Nature by Ben Jonson

It is not growing like a treein bulk, doth make Man better be;or standing long an oak three hundred year,to fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere;A lily of a dayis fairer in ...

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A Celebration Of Charis: I. His Excuse For Loving by Ben Jonson

A Celebration Of Charis: I. His Excuse For Loving by Ben Jonson

Let it not your wonder move,Less your laughter, that I love.Though I now write fifty years,I have had, and have, my peers;Poets, though divine, are men,Some have lov'd as old ...

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On My First Daughter by Ben Jonson

On My First Daughter by Ben Jonson

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 ...

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A Fit Of Rhyme Against Rhyme by Ben Jonson

A Fit Of Rhyme Against Rhyme by Ben Jonson

Rhyme, the rack of finest wits,That expresseth but by fitsTrue conceit,Spoiling senses of their treasure,Cozening judgment with a measure,But false weight;Wresting words from ...

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Epitaph On Elizabeth, L.H by Ben Jonson

Epitaph On Elizabeth, L.H by Ben Jonson

Wouldst thou hear what man can sayIn a little? Reader, stay.Underneath this stone doth lieAs much beauty as could die;Which in life did harbor giveTo more virtue than doth live.If ...

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An Ode To Himself by Ben Jonson

An Ode To Himself by Ben Jonson

Where dost thou careless lie,Buried in ease and sloth?Knowledge that sleeps doth die;And this security,It is the common mothThat eats on wits and arts, and oft destroys them ...

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The New Cry by Ben Jonson

The New Cry by Ben Jonson

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 ...

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Begging Another by Ben Jonson

Begging Another by Ben Jonson

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 you doubt or stay?I'll taste as lightly as the beeThat doth but touch his ...

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To Celia by Ben Jonson

To Celia by Ben Jonson

Drinke to me, onely, with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kisse but in the cup,And Ile not looke for wine.The thirst, that from the soule doth rise,Doth aske a ...

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For A Girl In A Book by Ben Jonson

For A Girl In A Book by Ben Jonson

Kim, composite of all my loves,less real than most, more real than all;of my making, all the good andsome of the bad, yet of yourself;sole, unique, strong, alone,whole, ...

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The Short Fear by Ben Jonson

The Short Fear by Ben Jonson

My awkward grossness grows: I go down, throughI maintain my self in the convictionthat I have as much to say as othersand more apposite ways of saying itCertainly I feel it has ...

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Epode by Ben Jonson

Epode by Ben Jonson

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 ...

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Christmas, His Masque (Extract) by Ben Jonson

Christmas, His Masque (Extract) by Ben Jonson

Why Gentlemen, doe you know what you doe? ha! Would you ha'kept me out? Christmas, old Christmas? Christmas of London, and Captaine Christmas? Pray you let me be brought before my ...

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To My Book by Ben Jonson

To My Book by Ben Jonson

It will be looked for, book, when some but see Thy title, Epigrams, and named of me,Thou should'st be bold, licentious, full of gall, Wormwood and sulphur, sharp and toothed ...

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A Sonnet, To The Noble Lady, The Lady Mary Wroth by Ben Jonson

A Sonnet, To The Noble Lady, The Lady Mary Wroth by Ben Jonson

I that have been a lover, and could show it, Though not in these, in rhymes not wholly dumb, Since I exscribe your sonnets, am becomeA better lover, and much better poet.Nor is ...

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Song From The Silent Woman by Ben Jonson

Song From The Silent Woman by Ben Jonson

Still to be neat, still to be dressed,As you were going to a feast;Still to be powdered, still perfumed:Lady, it is to be presumed,Though art's hid causes are not found,All is not ...

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Blaney’s Last Directions by Ben Jonson

Blaney’s Last Directions by Ben Jonson

It is usualfor people in this country(out of pretended respectbut rather from an impertinent curiosity)to desire to seepersonsafter they aredead.It is my earnest request that no ...

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To Penshurst by Ben Jonson

To Penshurst by Ben Jonson

Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show,Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a rowOf polish'd pillars, or a roofe of gold:Thou hast no lantherne, whereof tales are told;Or ...

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I: Why I Write Not To Love by Ben Jonson

I: Why I Write Not To Love by Ben Jonson

Some act of Love'sbound to reherse,I thought to bind him, in my verse:Which when he felt, Away (quoth he)Can Poets hope to fetter me?It is enough, they once did getMars, and my ...

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To The Memory Of My Beloved  Author, Mr. William Shakespeare by Ben Jonson

To The Memory Of My Beloved Author, Mr. William Shakespeare by Ben Jonson

To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name,Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;While I confess thy writings to be suchAs neither man nor muse can praise too much;'Tis true, and ...

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My Picture Left In Scotland by Ben Jonson

My Picture Left In Scotland by Ben Jonson

I now think love is rather deaf, than blind, For else it could not be, That she,Whom I adore so much, should so slight me, And cast my love behind:I'm sure my language was as ...

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A Farewell To The World by Ben Jonson

A Farewell To The World by Ben Jonson

FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought That hour upon my morn of age; Henceforth I quit thee from my thought, My part is ended on thy stage. Yes, threaten, do. Alas! I ...

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A Celebration Of Charis: Iv. Her Triumph by Ben Jonson

A Celebration Of Charis: Iv. Her Triumph by Ben Jonson

See the chariot at hand here of Love,Wherein my lady rideth!Each that draws is a swan or a dove,And well the car Love guideth.As she goes, all hearts do dutyUnto her beauty;And ...

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Occupation: Father by Ben Jonson

Occupation: Father by Ben Jonson

My son finds occupationin almost nothing, in everything:my soapy penitential toothpaste,his mother's loosened hairorts, containers, useless things;watches as I peeas at Victoria ...

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In The Person Of Womankind by Ben Jonson

In The Person Of Womankind by Ben Jonson

A SONG APOLOGETICMen, if you love us, play no moreThe fools or tyrants with your friends,To make us still sing o'er and o'erOur own false praises, for your ends:We have both wits ...

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Inviting A Friend To Supper by Ben Jonson

Inviting A Friend To Supper by Ben Jonson

Tonight, grave sir, both my poor house and IDo equally desire your company: Not that we think us worthy such a guest,But that your worth will dignify our feast With those that ...

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A Pindaric Ode by Ben Jonson

A Pindaric Ode by Ben Jonson

THE TURNBrave infant of Saguntum, clearThy coming forth in that great year,When the prodigious Hannibal did crownHis rage with razing your immortal town.Thou looking then ...

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From……..Witches’ Song by Ben Jonson

From……..Witches’ Song by Ben Jonson

The owl is abroad,the bat and the toad,And so is the cat-a mountain,The ant and the mole sit both in a hole,And frog peeps out o'the fountain;The dogs they do bay,and the timbrels ...

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A Hymn To God The Father by Ben Jonson

A Hymn To God The Father by Ben Jonson

Hear me, O God!A broken heartIs my best part.Use still thy rod,That I may proveTherein thy Love.If thou hadst notBeen stern to me,But left me free,I had forgotMyself and thee.For ...

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Ix: Song: To Celia by Ben Jonson

Ix: Song: To Celia by Ben Jonson

Drink to me, only, with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kisse but in the cup,And Ile not look for wine.The thirst, that from the soule doth rise,Doth aske a ...

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Xii: Epistle To Elizabeth Countesse Of Rutland by Ben Jonson

Xii: Epistle To Elizabeth Countesse Of Rutland by Ben Jonson

Madame,VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold,And almost every vice, almightie gold,That which, to boote with hell, is thought worth heaven,And for it, life, conscience, ...

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To Lucy, Countess Of Bedford, With John Donne’s Satires by Ben Jonson

To Lucy, Countess Of Bedford, With John Donne’s Satires by Ben Jonson

Lucy, you brightness of our sphere, who areLife of the Muses' day, their morning star!If works, not th' author's, their own grace should look,Whose poems would not wish to be your ...

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Preconception by Ben Jonson

Preconception by Ben Jonson

I have no children: But tonight a poem came in which a small child, my daughter, appeared at the door of a half-lit room where late one night I wrote at a heavy desk. And though ...

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On Something, That Walks Somewhere by Ben Jonson

On Something, That Walks Somewhere by Ben Jonson

At court I met it, in clothes brave enoughTo be a courtier, and looks grave enoughTo seem a statesman: as I near it came,It made me a great face. I asked the name.'A lord,' it ...

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The Alchemist by Ben Jonson

The Alchemist by Ben Jonson

The sickness hot, a master quit, for fear,His house in town, and left one servant there;Ease him corrupted, and gave means to knowA Cheater, and his punk; who now brought ...

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An Elegy by Ben Jonson

An Elegy by Ben Jonson

THOUGH beauty be the mark of praise, And yours of whom I sing be such As not the world can praise too much, Yet 'tis your Virtue now I raise. A virtue, like allay so gone ...

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Song To Celia – I by Ben Jonson

Song To Celia – I by Ben Jonson

Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever,He at length our good will sever.Spend not then his gifts in vain;Suns that set may rise ...

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To William Camden by Ben Jonson

To William Camden by Ben Jonson

Camden, most reverend head, to whom I owe All that I am in arts, all that I know(How nothing's that!), to whom my country owes The great renown and name wherewith she goes;Than ...

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Epitaph On The Countess Of Pembroke by Ben Jonson

Epitaph On The Countess Of Pembroke by Ben Jonson

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 good as she,Time shall throw ...

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Song To Diana by Ben Jonson

Song To Diana by Ben Jonson

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 ...

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Opening Doors by Ben Jonson

Opening Doors by Ben Jonson

He smashed his handin opening a door for her,and less pain thanembarrassment shrieked through him.Concealing both,grimacing as if theatrically,he asked himselfwho he thought he ...

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A Pangyre by Ben Jonson

A Pangyre by Ben Jonson

On the happy entrace of Iames, our Soveraigne, to His first high Session of Parliament in this his Kingdome, the 19 of March, 1603.Licet toto nunc Helicone frui.Mart.Heav'n now ...

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