Ben Jonson

(11 June 1572 – 6 August 1637 / London / England)

Ben Jonson Poems

41. Song From The Silent Woman 4/9/2010
42. Ode Upon The Censure Of His New Inn 4/9/2010
43. Queen And Huntress 4/9/2010
44. To The Immortal Memory And Friendship Of That Noble Pair, Sir Lucius Cary And Sir H. Morison 4/9/2010
45. A Nymph’s Passion 3/7/2012
46. Iii: To Sir Robert Wroth 4/9/2010
47. Xii: Epistle To Elizabeth Countesse Of Rutland 4/9/2010
48. On Giles And Joan 4/9/2010
49. Living By 4/9/2010
50. Evening: Barents Sea 4/9/2010
51. Song To Diana 4/9/2010
52. Ode 4/9/2010
53. The Alchemist 4/9/2010
54. Epitaph On The Countess Of Pembroke 4/9/2010
55. Preconception 4/9/2010
56. Occupation: Father 4/9/2010
57. The Short Fear 4/9/2010
58. Song To Celia - I 4/9/2010
59. Opening Doors 4/9/2010
60. A Celebration Of Charis: Iv. Her Triumph 4/9/2010
61. To William Camden 4/9/2010
62. A Pangyre 4/9/2010
63. Natural Progress 4/9/2010
64. Xv: To Heaven 4/9/2010
65. The New Cry 4/9/2010
66. To Lucy, Countess Of Bedford, With John Donne's Satires 4/9/2010
67. Of Life And Death 4/9/2010
68. Love-All 4/9/2010
69. Ix: Song: To Celia 4/9/2010
70. An Elegy 4/9/2010
71. On Lucy, Countess Of Bedford 4/9/2010
72. In The Person Of Womankind 4/9/2010
73. To Penshurst 4/9/2010
74. On Something, That Walks Somewhere 4/9/2010
75. Epitaph On S.P., A Child Of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel 4/9/2010
76. To My Book 4/9/2010
77. A Pindaric Ode 4/9/2010
78. Inviting A Friend To Supper 4/9/2010
79. To The Memory Of My Beloved Author, Mr. William Shakespeare 4/9/2010
80. A Celebration Of Charis: I. His Excuse For Loving 4/9/2010
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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