
Ben Jonson
Love-All
The decorously informative
Guide to Sex suggested that any urgecould well be controlled by playing tennis:and the game provided also "manyharmless opportunities for healthysocial intercourse between the sexes
"For weeks the dra...
On Don Surly
Don Surly, to aspire the glorious name Of a great man, and to be thought the same,
Makes serious use of all great trade he know
He speaks to men with a Rhinocerotes' nose,
Which he thinks great; and so reads verses too, And that is ...
Preconception
I have no children:
But tonight a poem came in which a small child, my daughter, appeared at the door of a half-lit room where late one night I wrote at a heavy desk
And though interruption was hardly welcome I took her to myself, just a...
My Picture Left in Scotland
I now think Love is rather deaf than blind, For else it could not be That she, Whom I adore so much, should so slight me And cast my love behind
I'm sure my language to her was as sweet, And every close did meet In sentence of as subtle feet,...
To John Donne
Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse Who, to thy one, all other brains refuse; Whose every work of thy most early wit Came forth example, and remains so yet; Longer a-knowing than most wits do live; And which no affection praise enough can ...
On Giles and Joan
Who says that Giles and Joan at discord be
Th' observing neighbors no such mood can see
Indeed, poor Giles repents he married ever, But that his Joan doth too
And Giles would
IV To The World
A farewell for a Gentlewoman, vertuous and
False world, good-night, since thou hast brought That houre upon my morne of age,
Hence-forth I quit thee from my thought, My part is ended on thy stage
Doe not once hope, that thou canst t...
IX Song To Celia
Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kisse but in the cup, And Ile not look for wine
The thirst, that from the soule doth rise, Doth aske a drink divine:
But might I of Jove's Nectar sup, I wou...
On Lucy Countess of Bedford
This morning, timely rapt with holy fire,
I thought to form unto my zealous Muse What kind of creature I could most desire,
To honour, serve, and love; as poets use
I meant to make her fair, and free, and wise,
Blaneys Last Directions
It is usualfor people in this country(out of pretended respectbut rather from an impertinent curiosity)to desire to seepersonsafter they aredead
It is my earnest request that no personon any pretence whatevermay be permitted to see mycorpsebu...
To My Book
It will be looked for, book, when some but see Thy title,
Epigrams, and named of me,
Thou should'st be bold, licentious, full of gall, Wormwood and sulphur, sharp and toothed withal,
Become a petulant thing, hurl ink and wit As madm...
A Celebration of Charis I His Excuse for Loving
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, Some have lov'd as old again
And it is not always face, Clothes, or fortune, give...