Poems of Ben Jonson
|61.||So Breaks The Sun||4/9/2010|
|62.||Song from The Silent Woman||4/9/2010|
|63.||Song To Celia - I||4/9/2010|
|64.||Song to Celia II||4/9/2010|
|65.||Song To Diana||4/9/2010|
|66.||Song: from Cynthia's Revels||4/9/2010|
|67.||Song: To Cynthia||4/9/2010|
|68.||Still to be Neat||11/21/2014|
|69.||That Women Are But Men's Shadows||4/9/2010|
|71.||The Alchemist: Prologue||4/9/2010|
|73.||The Metamorphosed Gypsies (excerpt)||4/9/2010|
|74.||The New Cry||4/9/2010|
|75.||The Noble Balm||4/9/2010|
|76.||The Noble Nature||4/9/2010|
|77.||The Short Fear||4/9/2010|
|79.||The Speeches of Gratulations||4/9/2010|
|80.||The Thames At Mortlake||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