Ben Jonson's Poetry, by title

• A Celebration of Charis: I. His Excuse for Loving

  Let it not your wonder move,
  Less your laughter, that I love.

  24 lines, 1 comment
• A Celebration of Charis: IV. Her Triumph

  See the chariot at hand here of Love,
  Wherein my lady rideth!

  30 lines
• A Farewell to the World

  FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought
  That hour upon my morn of age;

  36 lines, 2 comments
• A Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme

  Rhyme, the rack of finest wits,
  That expresseth but by fits

  60 lines, 2 comments
• A Hymn to God the Father

  Hear me, O God!
  A broken heart

  32 lines, 2 comments
• A Pangyre

  \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 f

  166 lines
• A Pindaric Ode

  Brave infant of Saguntum, clear
  Thy coming forth in that great year,

  140 lines
• A Sonnet, to the Noble Lady, the Lady Mary Wroth

  I that have been a lover, and could show it,
    Though not in these, in rhymes not wholly dumb,

  14 lines
• An Elegy

  THOUGH beauty be the mark of praise,
  And yours of whom I sing be such

  36 lines, 1 comment
• An Ode to Himself

  Where dost thou careless lie,
  Buried in ease and sloth?

  36 lines
• Begging Another

  For love's sake, kiss me once again;
  I long, and should not beg in vain,

  18 lines, 1 comment
• Blaney's Last Directions

  It is usual
  for people in this country

  77 lines
• Christmas, His Masque (extract)

  Why Gentlemen, doe you know what you doe? ha!
  Would you ha'kept me out? Christmas, old Christmas?

  10 lines
• Come, My Celia

  Come, my Celia, let us prove
  While we may, the sports of love;

  18 lines
• Conditions of Living

  Living a whole life has three conditions:
  absorbing work which demands and brings fulfilment,

  6 lines, 1 comment
• Epitaph on Elizabeth, L.H

  Wouldst thou hear what man can say
  In a little? Reader, stay.

  12 lines
• Epitaph on S.P., a Child of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel

  Weep with me, all you that read
     This little story;

  24 lines
• Epitaph On The Countess Of Pembroke

  Underneath this sable hearse
  Lies the subject of all verse,

  5 lines
• Epode

  Not to know vice at all, and keep true state,
    Is virtue and not fate:

  115 lines
• Evening: Barents Sea

  The trawl of unquiet mind drops astern
  Great lucid streamers bar the sky ahead

  21 lines
• For a Girl in a Book

  Kim, composite of all my loves,
  less real than most, more real than all;

  7 lines
• from........Witches' Song

  The owl is abroad,the bat and the toad,
  And so is the cat-a mountain,

  8 lines, 1 comment
• Have You Seen But A Bright Lily Grow

  Have you seen but a bright lily grow
  Before rude hands have touched it?

  11 lines
• I: Why I Write Not To Love

  Some act of \Love's\ bound to reherse,
  I thought to bind him, in my verse:

  12 lines
• III: To Sir Robert Wroth

  How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth,
  Whether by choyce, or fate, or both!

  106 lines
• In the ember days of my last free summer

  In the ember days of my last free summer,
  here I lie, outside myself, watching

  5 lines
• In The Person Of Womankind

  A SONG APOLOGETIC
  

  22 lines
• Inviting a Friend to Supper

  Tonight, grave sir, both my poor house and I
      Do equally desire your company:

  41 lines
• IV: To The World

  A farewell for a Gentlewoman, vertuous and noble
  False world, good-night, since thou hast brought

  69 lines
• IX: Song: To Celia

  Drink to me, only, with thine eyes,
  And I will pledge with mine;

  16 lines

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