Ben Jonson's Poetry, by written

• To Lucy, Countess of Bedford, with John Donne's Satires

  Lucy, you brightness of our sphere, who are
  Life of the Muses' day, their morning star!

  16 lines
• An Ode to Himself

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

  36 lines
• A Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme

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

  60 lines, 2 comments
• To the Memory of My Beloved Author, Mr. William Shakespeare

  To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name,
  Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;

  80 lines
• Epitaph On The Countess Of Pembroke

  Underneath this sable hearse
  Lies the subject of all verse,

  5 lines
• Of Life And Death

  The ports of death are sins; of life, good deeds:
  Through which our merit leads us to our meeds.

  7 lines
• To Francis Beaumont

  How I do love thee, Beaumont, and thy muse,
  That unto me dost such religion use!

  9 lines
• The Triumph Of Charis

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

  31 lines
• A Hymn to God the Father

  Hear me, O God!
  A broken heart

  32 lines, 2 comments
• The Metamorphosed Gypsies (excerpt)

  The fairy beam upon you,
  The stars to glister on you;

  20 lines
• A Pindaric Ode

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

  140 lines
• To John Donne

  Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse
  Who, to thy one, all other brains refuse;

  10 lines
• On my First Son

  Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
  My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy.

  12 lines
• 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
• Simplex Munditiis

  Still to be neat, still to be dressed,
  As you were going to a feast;

  12 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
• An Elegy

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

  36 lines, 1 comment
• Begging Another

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

  18 lines, 1 comment
• Come, My Celia

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

  18 lines
• Epitaph on Elizabeth, L.H

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

  12 lines
• Have You Seen But A Bright Lily Grow

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

  11 lines
• On Elizabeth L. H.

  Epitaphs i
  WOULDST thou hear what Man can say

  14 lines
• On Salathiel Pavy

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

  26 lines
• So Breaks The Sun

  So breaks the sun earth's rugged chains,
  Wherein rude winter bound her veins;

  8 lines
• Song from The Silent Woman

  Still to be neat, still to be dressed,
  As you were going to a feast;

  12 lines
• Song To Celia - I

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

  18 lines
• Song To Diana

  Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
  Now the sun is laid to sleep,

  18 lines, 2 comments
• Blaney's Last Directions

  It is usual
  for people in this country

  77 lines
• That Women Are But Men's Shadows

  Follow a shadow, it still flies you;
  Seem to fly it, it will pursue:

  12 lines

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