Treasure Island

Ben Jonson

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

Christmas, His Masque (extract)


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 Lord Chamberlaine, i'le not be answer'd else:
'Tis merrie in hall when beards wag all:
I ha'seene the time you ha'wish'd for me, for a merry Christmas,
And now you ha'me; they would not let me in:
I must come another time!
A good jest, as if I could come more than once a year;
Why, I am no dangerous person, and so I told my friends, o'the Guard.
I am old Gregorie Christmas still

Submitted: Friday, April 09, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Christmas, His Masque (extract) by Ben Jonson )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. थाखोमा थाखोमा, Ronjoy Brahma
  2. From A Husband To A Wife, Toshie Nohara
  3. Fountain Of Youth, david kush
  4. Hope of boat, gajanan mishra
  5. Saturated Yet Split And Kept Divided, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  6. My Secret Love, Jesus James Llorico
  7. Dad and Brother, fallenangel ..c
  8. XVI, Mark Strand
  9. Mirror, Mark Strand
  10. ONLY IN SUMMERTIME... PEOPLE ENJOY EVERY.., MOHAMMAD SKATI

Poem of the Day

poet Helen Hunt Jackson

The month of carnival of all the year,
When Nature lets the wild earth go its way,
And spend whole seasons on a single day.
The spring-time holds her white and purple dear;
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]