Ben Jonson

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

Ben Jonson Poems

1. Hymn To The Belly 3/20/2015
2. Gypsy Songs 12/26/2014
3. Still To Be Neat 11/21/2014
4. To Censorious Courtling 3/7/2012
5. To Doctor Empiric 3/7/2012
6. To Francis Beaumont 4/9/2010
7. The Noble Balm 4/9/2010
8. On A Robbery 3/7/2012
9. To Fine Lady Would-Be 3/7/2012
10. Xi: Epode 4/9/2010
11. Xiii: Epistle: To Katherine, Lady Aubigny 4/9/2010
12. Nine Stages Towards Knowing 4/9/2010
13. On Elizabeth L. H. 4/9/2010
14. The Speech 4/9/2010
15. Song: From Cynthia's Revels 4/9/2010
16. His Supposed Mistress 3/7/2012
17. A Hymn On The Nativity Of My Saviour 3/7/2012
18. The Thames At Mortlake 4/9/2010
19. Vii: Song: That Women Are But Mens Shaddows 4/9/2010
20. Porth Ceiriad Bay 4/9/2010
21. Viii: Song: To Sicknesse 4/9/2010
22. The Alchemist: Prologue 4/9/2010
23. On Don Surly 4/9/2010
24. The Metamorphosed Gypsies (Excerpt) 4/9/2010
25. Vi: To The Same 4/9/2010
26. X: And Must I Sing? 4/9/2010
27. On Poet-Ape 3/7/2012
28. The Speeches Of Gratulations 4/9/2010
29. On Salathiel Pavy 4/9/2010
30. Simplex Munditiis 4/9/2010
31. Venus' Runaway 4/9/2010
32. To The Reader 4/9/2010
33. So Breaks The Sun 4/9/2010
34. Song From The Silent Woman 4/9/2010
35. Ode Upon The Censure Of His New Inn 4/9/2010
36. Queen And Huntress 4/9/2010
37. To The Immortal Memory And Friendship Of That Noble Pair, Sir Lucius Cary And Sir H. Morison 4/9/2010
38. Praeludium 4/9/2010
39. Iii: To Sir Robert Wroth 4/9/2010
40. A Nymph’s Passion 3/7/2012
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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Hymn To The Belly

ROOM! room! make room for the bouncing Belly,
First father of sauce and deviser of jelly;
Prime master of arts and the giver of wit,
That found out the excellent engine, the spit,
The plough and the flail, the mill and the hopper,
The hutch and the boulter, the furnace and copper,
The oven, the bavin, the mawkin, the peel,
The hearth and the range, the dog and the wheel.
He, he first invented the hogshead and tun,

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