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. To Censorious Courtling 3/7/2012
4. Gypsy Songs 12/26/2014
5. His Supposed Mistress 3/7/2012
6. To Francis Beaumont 4/9/2010
7. The Noble Balm 4/9/2010
8. On A Robbery 3/7/2012
9. To Doctor Empiric 3/7/2012
10. On Poet-Ape 3/7/2012
11. Still To Be Neat 11/21/2014
12. Xi: Epode 4/9/2010
13. Xiii: Epistle: To Katherine, Lady Aubigny 4/9/2010
14. Nine Stages Towards Knowing 4/9/2010
15. On Elizabeth L. H. 4/9/2010
16. The Speech 4/9/2010
17. Song: From Cynthia's Revels 4/9/2010
18. Praeludium 4/9/2010
19. Song: To Cynthia 4/9/2010
20. Porth Ceiriad Bay 4/9/2010
21. In The Ember Days Of My Last Free Summer 4/9/2010
22. The Thames At Mortlake 4/9/2010
23. The Triumph Of Charis 4/9/2010
24. Vii: Song: That Women Are But Mens Shaddows 4/9/2010
25. Viii: Song: To Sicknesse 4/9/2010
26. A Hymn On The Nativity Of My Saviour 3/7/2012
27. On Don Surly 4/9/2010
28. The Alchemist: Prologue 4/9/2010
29. Iv: To The World 4/9/2010
30. Vi: To The Same 4/9/2010
31. X: And Must I Sing? 4/9/2010
32. On Salathiel Pavy 4/9/2010
33. Simplex Munditiis 4/9/2010
34. To The Reader 4/9/2010
35. So Breaks The Sun 4/9/2010
36. Ode Upon The Censure Of His New Inn 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. A Nymph’s Passion 3/7/2012
40. Iii: To Sir Robert Wroth 4/9/2010

Comments about Ben Jonson

  • Celia Warren (7/22/2013 1:29:00 AM)

    I think I'm in love with Ben Jonson. I certainly love his poems. And his voice is so modern - as are his looks. I have gazed at his portrait in the National Portrait Gallery in London and he could be a 21st century man. Then I return to his poetry - his voice is so modern in so many ways. He can make me laugh in one, and weep in another - the art of the true poet/dramatist.

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  • Lui Pesamino (10/18/2007 9:07:00 PM)

    man your poems are tigth! I love reading them.

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.

Read the full of On My First Son

To Celia

Drinke to me, onely, with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kisse but in the cup,
And Ile not looke for wine.
The thirst, that from the soule doth rise,
Doth aske a drinke divine:
But might I of Jove's Nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath,

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