Ben Jonson

(11 June 1572 – 6 August 1637 / London / England)

Ben Jonson Poems

1. Third Charm from Masque of Queens 11/23/2015
2. Hymn To The Belly 3/20/2015
3. Gypsy Songs 12/26/2014
4. To Censorious Courtling 3/7/2012
5. To Doctor Empiric 3/7/2012
6. His Supposed Mistress 3/7/2012
7. To Francis Beaumont 4/9/2010
8. The Noble Balm 4/9/2010
9. On A Robbery 3/7/2012
10. On Poet-Ape 3/7/2012
11. Still To Be Neat 11/21/2014
12. To Fine Lady Would-Be 3/7/2012
13. Xiii: Epistle: To Katherine, Lady Aubigny 4/9/2010
14. Xi: Epode 4/9/2010
15. Nine Stages Towards Knowing 4/9/2010
16. On Elizabeth L. H. 4/9/2010
17. The Speech 4/9/2010
18. The Hourglass 3/7/2012
19. Song: From Cynthia's Revels 4/9/2010
20. Praeludium 4/9/2010
21. A Hymn On The Nativity Of My Saviour 3/7/2012
22. Vii: Song: That Women Are But Mens Shaddows 4/9/2010
23. The Thames At Mortlake 4/9/2010
24. Song: To Cynthia 4/9/2010
25. Porth Ceiriad Bay 4/9/2010
26. In The Ember Days Of My Last Free Summer 4/9/2010
27. Viii: Song: To Sicknesse 4/9/2010
28. The Alchemist: Prologue 4/9/2010
29. On Don Surly 4/9/2010
30. The Metamorphosed Gypsies (Excerpt) 4/9/2010
31. Iv: To The World 4/9/2010
32. Vi: To The Same 4/9/2010
33. X: And Must I Sing? 4/9/2010
34. The Speeches Of Gratulations 4/9/2010
35. On Salathiel Pavy 4/9/2010
36. Venus' Runaway 4/9/2010
37. To The Reader 4/9/2010
38. Song From The Silent Woman 4/9/2010
39. Ode Upon The Censure Of His New Inn 4/9/2010
40. Queen And Huntress 4/9/2010
Best Poem of Ben Jonson

On My First Son

Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy.
Seven years thou'wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.
O, could I lose all father now! For why
Will man lament the state he should envy?
To have so soon 'scap'd world's and flesh's rage,
And, if no other misery, yet age?
Rest in soft peace, and, ask'd, say here doth lie
Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry.
For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such,
As what he loves may never like too much.

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A Farewell To The World

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 fear
As little as I hope from thee:
I know thou canst not show nor bear
More hatred than thou hast to me.

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