Ben Jonson Poems
|81.||Epitaph On Elizabeth, L.H||4/9/2010|
|82.||My Picture Left In Scotland||1/20/2003|
|83.||To My Book||4/9/2010|
|85.||I: Why I Write Not To Love||4/9/2010|
|86.||Christmas, His Masque (Extract)||4/9/2010|
|87.||A Sonnet, To The Noble Lady, The Lady Mary Wroth||4/9/2010|
|88.||To John Donne||4/9/2010|
|89.||Blaney's Last Directions||4/9/2010|
|90.||Have You Seen But A Bright Lily Grow||4/9/2010|
|91.||That Women Are But Men's Shadows||4/9/2010|
|92.||A Hymn To God The Father||4/9/2010|
|93.||On My First Daughter||4/9/2010|
|94.||The Noble Nature||4/9/2010|
|95.||Ode To Sir William Sydney, On His Birthday||4/9/2010|
|96.||Song To Celia Ii||4/9/2010|
|97.||A Farewell To The World||4/9/2010|
|98.||A Fit Of Rhyme Against Rhyme||4/9/2010|
|100.||His Excuse For Loving||1/20/2003|
|101.||An Ode To Himself||4/9/2010|
|103.||Come, My Celia||4/9/2010|
|104.||For A Girl In A Book||4/9/2010|
|105.||On My First Son||1/20/2003|
Comments about 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.
His Excuse For Loving
Let it not your wonder move,
Less your laughter, that I love.
Though I now write fifty years,
I have had, and have, my peers.
Poets, though divine, are men;
Some have loved as old again.
And it is not always face,
Clothes, or fortune gives the grace,
Or the feature, or the youth;