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by Jonson, Ben
Consider this small dust here running in the glass,
By atoms moved;
Could you believe that this the body was 
Of one that loved?
And in his mistress' flame, playing like a fly,
Turned...Read More



by Jonson, Ben
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;...Read More

by Jonson, Ben
Drinke to me, onely, with thine eyes, 
And I will pledge with mine; 
Or leave a kisse but in the cup, 
And Ile not looke for wine. 
The thirst, that...Read More

by Jonson, Ben
On My First Daughter by Ben Jonson      Here lies, to each her parents' ruth,   Mary, the daughter of their youth;   Yet...Read More

by Jonson, Ben
IX. ? TO ALL TO WHOM I WRITE.      May none whose scatter'd names honor my book, For strict degrees of rank or title look : 'Tis 'gainst the manners...Read More



by Jonson, Ben
  XIII. — EPISTLE TO KATHARINE LADY AUBIGNY.           As what they have lost t' expect, they dare deride. So both the prais'd and praisers suffer ; yet, For others ill ought...Read More

by Herrick, Robert
 When I a verse shall make,
Know I have pray'd thee,
For old religion's sake,
Saint Ben to aid me.

Make the way smooth for me,
When I, thy Herrick,
Honouring thee, on my knee
Offer...Read More

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
 You are a friend then, as I make it out,
Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us
Will put an ass's head in Fairyland
As he would add a shilling to...Read More

by Jonson, Ben
CXVIII. ? ON GUT.         GUT eats all day and letchers all the night,    So all his meat he tasteth over twice ; And striving so to...Read More

by Jonson, Ben
LXXIII. — TO FINE GRAND. What is't, FINE GRAND, makes thee my friendship fly, Or take an Epigram so fearfully, As 'twere a challenge, or a borrower's letter: The world must...Read More

by Jonson, Ben
  XI. — EPODE.                                   And her black spite expel, Which to effect (since no breast is so sure,                  Or safe, but she'll procure Some way of entrance) we must plant a...Read More

by Jonson, Ben
LXV. — TO MY MUSE. Away, and leave me, thou thing most abhorr'd That hast betray'd me to a worthless lord ; Made me commit most fierce idolatry To a great...Read More

by Jonson, Ben
XL. ? ON MARGARET RATCLIFFE.  M arble, weep, for thou dost cover A dead beauty underneath thee, R ich as nature could bequeath thee : G rant then, no rude hand remove her....Read More

by Jonson, Ben
  VII. — SONG. — THAT WOMEN ARE BUT MEN'SSHADOWS.      Let her alone, she will court you. Say are not women truly, then,                     5 Styl'd but the shadows of...Read More

by Jonson, Ben
 MASTER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE,AND WHAT HE HATH LEFT US  by Ben Jonsonluminarium.org/sevenlit/jonson/finial.gif">  To draw no envy, SHAKSPEARE, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book...Read More