Ben Jonson Poems

I have no children:

But tonight a poem came
in which a small child,
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My son finds occupation
in almost nothing, in everything:
my soapy penitential toothpaste,
his mother's loosened hair
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The sickness hot, a master quit, for fear,
His house in town, and left one servant there;
Ease him corrupted, and gave means to know
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Underneath this sable hearse
Lies the subject of all verse,
Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother:
Death! ere thou hast slain another,
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Brave infant of Saguntum, clear
Thy coming forth in that great year,
When the prodigious Hannibal did crown
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Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair
State in wonted manner keep:
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The trawl of unquiet mind drops astern

Great lucid streamers bar the sky ahead
(bifurcated banners at a tourney)
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Madame,

VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold,
And almost every vice, almightie gold,
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Walking, snow falling, it is possible
to focus at various distances
in turn on separate flakes, sharply engage
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Who says that Giles and Joan at discord be?
  Th' observing neighbors no such mood can see.
Indeed, poor Giles repents he married ever,
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