Ben Jonson Poems
|81.||A Pindaric Ode||4/9/2010|
|83.||That Women Are But Men's Shadows||4/9/2010|
|84.||I: Why I Write Not To Love||4/9/2010|
|86.||Have You Seen But A Bright Lily Grow||4/9/2010|
|87.||A Hymn To God The Father||4/9/2010|
|88.||Christmas, His Masque (Extract)||4/9/2010|
|89.||A Sonnet, To The Noble Lady, The Lady Mary Wroth||4/9/2010|
|90.||My Picture Left In Scotland||1/20/2003|
|91.||To John Donne||4/9/2010|
|92.||Blaney's Last Directions||4/9/2010|
|93.||A Fit Of Rhyme Against Rhyme||4/9/2010|
|94.||On My First Daughter||4/9/2010|
|95.||Song To Celia Ii||4/9/2010|
|96.||The Noble Nature||4/9/2010|
|97.||Ode To Sir William Sydney, On His Birthday||4/9/2010|
|98.||A Farewell To The World||4/9/2010|
|99.||An Ode To Himself||4/9/2010|
|101.||His Excuse For Loving||1/20/2003|
|102.||For A Girl In A Book||4/9/2010|
|104.||Come, My Celia||4/9/2010|
|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 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,