Poems by Benjamin Jonson
Christmas, His Masque (extract)
... Pray you let me be brought before my Lord Chamberlaine, i'le not be answer'd else: ...
V: Song: To Celia
... 'Tis no sinne, loves fruit to steale, ...
XII: Epistle To Elizabeth Countesse Of Rutland
... Or perhaps lesse: whil'st gold beares all this sway, ...
Ode
... To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that Noble Pair, Sir Lucius ...
Song: from Cynthia's Revels
... So sugared, so melting, so soft, so delicious, ...
On Elizabeth L. H.
... Epitaphs i WOULDST thou hear what Man can say ...
IX: Song: To Celia
... Since when it growes, and smells, I sweare, ...
To Lucy, Countess of Bedford, with John Donne's Satires
... If works, not th' author's, their own grace should look, ...
The Noble Balm
... Such thoughts will make you more in love with truth ...
A Celebration of Charis: I. His Excuse for Loving
... Clothes, or fortune, gives the grace ...
Volpone: Come my Celia, let us prove
... 'Tis no sin love's fruit to steal, ...
To Fool or Knave
... One doth not stroke me, nor the other strike ...
On my First Son
... Rest in soft peace, and, ask'd, say, "Here doth lie ...
Epicoene, or the Silent Woman: Still to be neat, still to be drest
... They strike mine eyes, but not my heart ...
Song to Celia
... Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, ...
