Ben Jonson Poems
|81.||Ix: Song: To Celia||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.||A Hymn To God The Father||4/9/2010|
|87.||Christmas, His Masque (Extract)||4/9/2010|
|88.||A Sonnet, To The Noble Lady, The Lady Mary Wroth||4/9/2010|
|89.||My Picture Left In Scotland||1/20/2003|
|90.||To John Donne||4/9/2010|
|91.||Blaney's Last Directions||4/9/2010|
|92.||Have You Seen But A Bright Lily Grow||4/9/2010|
|93.||On My First Daughter||4/9/2010|
|94.||Song To Celia Ii||4/9/2010|
|95.||A Fit Of Rhyme Against Rhyme||4/9/2010|
|96.||Ode To Sir William Sydney, On His Birthday||4/9/2010|
|97.||The Noble Nature||4/9/2010|
|98.||A Farewell To The World||4/9/2010|
|100.||An Ode To Himself||4/9/2010|
|101.||His Excuse For Loving||1/20/2003|
|103.||Come, My Celia||4/9/2010|
|104.||On My First Son||1/20/2003|
|105.||For A Girl In A Book||4/9/2010|
Comments about Ben Jonson
For A Girl In A Book
Kim, composite of all my loves,
less real than most, more real than all;
of my making, all the good and
some of the bad, yet of yourself;
sole, unique, strong, alone,
whole, independent, one: yet mine
in that you cannot be unfaithful.
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