Poems of Ben Jonson
|1.||A Celebration of Charis: I. His Excuse for Loving||4/9/2010|
|2.||A Celebration of Charis: IV. Her Triumph||4/9/2010|
|3.||A Farewell to the World||4/9/2010|
|4.||A Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme||4/9/2010|
|5.||A Hymn on the Nativity of My Saviour||3/7/2012|
|6.||A Hymn to God the Father||4/9/2010|
|7.||A Nymph’s Passion||3/7/2012|
|9.||A Pindaric Ode||4/9/2010|
|10.||A Sonnet, to the Noble Lady, the Lady Mary Wroth||4/9/2010|
|12.||An Ode to Himself||4/9/2010|
|14.||Blaney's Last Directions||4/9/2010|
|15.||Christmas, His Masque (extract)||4/9/2010|
|16.||Come, My Celia||4/9/2010|
|17.||Conditions of Living||4/9/2010|
|18.||Epitaph on Elizabeth, L.H||4/9/2010|
|19.||Epitaph on S.P., a Child of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel||4/9/2010|
|20.||Epitaph On The Countess Of Pembroke||4/9/2010|
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