Ben Jonson

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

In The Person Of Womankind - Poem by Ben Jonson


Men, if you love us, play no more
The fools or tyrants with your friends,
To make us still sing o'er and o'er
Our own false praises, for your ends:
We have both wits and fancies too,
And, if we must, let's sing of you.

Nor do we doubt but that we can,
If we would search with care and pain,
Find some one good in some one man;
So going thorough all your strain,
We shall, at last, of parcels make
One good enough for a song's sake.

And as a cunning painter takes,
In any curious piece you see,
More pleasure while the thing he makes,
Than when 'tis made--why so will we.
And having pleased our art, we'll try
To make a new, and hang that by.

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  • (10/28/2013 7:32:00 AM)

    How comes a lad knows when to fall in love? I think women knows her catch, before the prey is even aware of it. Sadly, many are not exposed to these poems which exposes the nature of a girl before she becomes a women. She plays with us till she is satisfied with her catch. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010

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