Poems by Benjamin Jonson
To Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland
... springs, Came not that soul exhausted so their store ...
from........Witches' Song
... The dogs they do bay,and the timbrels play, ...
Epode
... That cries, we dream, and swears there's no such thing, ...
To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of That Noble Pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison
... Whilst that in heaven, this light on earth must shine ...
VII: Song: That Women Are But Mens Shaddows
... But grant us perfect, they're not knowne ...
Living by
... that the present mind may retain its peace ...
XI: Epode
... That cryes, we dream, and swears there's no such thing, ...
Song To Celia - I
... 'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal ...
Song To Celia - II
... Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, ...
It Is Not Growing Like A Tree
... Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, ...
That Women Are But Men's Shadows
... But grant us perfect, they're not known ...
To The Memory Of My Beloved, The Author, Mr William Shakespeare, And What He Hath Left Us
... Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourned like night, ...
Come, My Celia
... 'Tis no sin love's fruit to steal ...
The Hourglass
... And in his mistress' flame, playing like a fly, ...
An Epitaph On A Child Of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel
... But being so much too good for earth, ...
