Ben Jonson Poems
|81.||Epitaph On Elizabeth, L.H||4/9/2010|
|82.||Ode To Sir William Sydney, On His Birthday||4/9/2010|
|85.||That Women Are But Men's Shadows||4/9/2010|
|86.||I: Why I Write Not To Love||4/9/2010|
|88.||Blaney's Last Directions||4/9/2010|
|89.||A Hymn To God The Father||4/9/2010|
|90.||Christmas, His Masque (Extract)||4/9/2010|
|91.||A Sonnet, To The Noble Lady, The Lady Mary Wroth||4/9/2010|
|92.||My Picture Left In Scotland||1/20/2003|
|93.||Have You Seen But A Bright Lily Grow||4/9/2010|
|94.||To John Donne||4/9/2010|
|95.||A Fit Of Rhyme Against Rhyme||4/9/2010|
|96.||Song To Celia Ii||4/9/2010|
|97.||On My First Daughter||4/9/2010|
|98.||For A Girl In A Book||4/9/2010|
|99.||A Farewell To The World||4/9/2010|
|100.||The Noble Nature||4/9/2010|
|101.||An Ode To Himself||4/9/2010|
|103.||Come, My Celia||4/9/2010|
|104.||His Excuse For Loving||1/20/2003|
|105.||On My First Son||1/20/2003|
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.
A Farewell To The World
FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought
That hour upon my morn of age;
Henceforth I quit thee from my thought,
My part is ended on thy stage.
Yes, threaten, do. Alas! I fear
As little as I hope from thee:
I know thou canst not show nor bear
More hatred than thou hast to me.