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. To Francis Beaumont 4/9/2010
7. The Noble Balm 4/9/2010
8. To Fine Lady Would-Be 3/7/2012
9. Xiii: Epistle: To Katherine, Lady Aubigny 4/9/2010
10. Xi: Epode 4/9/2010
11. On Elizabeth L. H. 4/9/2010
12. The Speech 4/9/2010
13. The Hourglass 3/7/2012
14. Song: From Cynthia's Revels 4/9/2010
15. A Hymn On The Nativity Of My Saviour 3/7/2012
16. Still To Be Neat 11/21/2014
17. Vii: Song: That Women Are But Mens Shaddows 4/9/2010
18. The Thames At Mortlake 4/9/2010
19. The Triumph Of Charis 4/9/2010
20. Song: To Cynthia 4/9/2010
21. Porth Ceiriad Bay 4/9/2010
22. Viii: Song: To Sicknesse 4/9/2010
23. The Alchemist: Prologue 4/9/2010
24. The Metamorphosed Gypsies (Excerpt) 4/9/2010
25. His Supposed Mistress 3/7/2012
26. Vi: To The Same 4/9/2010
27. X: And Must I Sing? 4/9/2010
28. On Poet-Ape 3/7/2012
29. The Speeches Of Gratulations 4/9/2010
30. On Salathiel Pavy 4/9/2010
31. Simplex Munditiis 4/9/2010
32. Venus' Runaway 4/9/2010
33. On A Robbery 3/7/2012
34. To The Reader 4/9/2010
35. So Breaks The Sun 4/9/2010
36. Song From The Silent Woman 4/9/2010
37. Queen And Huntress 4/9/2010
38. To The Immortal Memory And Friendship Of That Noble Pair, Sir Lucius Cary And Sir H. Morison 4/9/2010
39. Praeludium 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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A Hymn To God The Father

Hear me, O God!
A broken heart
Is my best part.
Use still thy rod,
That I may prove
Therein thy Love.

If thou hadst not
Been stern to me,

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