Ben Jonson

"The fairy beam upon you, The stars to glister on you; A moon of light In the noon of night, Till the fire-drake hath o'er gone you. The wheel of"

"So breaks the sun earth's rugged chains, Wherein rude winter bound her veins; So grows both stream and source of price, That lately fettered were w"

"Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever, He at length our good will sever. Spend not then his"

"A Child Of Queen Elizabeths Chapel Weep with me, all you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed Deaths self is sorry."

"The decorously informative church Guide to Sex suggested that any urge could well be controlled by playing tennis: and the game provided also "many"

"My son finds occupation in almost nothing, in everything: my soapy penitential toothpaste, his mother's loosened hair orts, containers, useless th"

"FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought That hour upon my morn of age; Henceforth I quit thee from my thought, My part is ended on thy"

"It is not growing like a tree In bulk doth make Man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere"

"Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light"

"Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy"

"To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse"

"The owl is abroad,the bat and the toad, And so is the cat-a mountain, The ant and the mole sit both in a hole, And frog peeps out o'the fountain;"

"Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy l"

"Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from"

"To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither Man nor Muse can pr"

"Still to be neat, still to be dressed, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hi"

"to the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that noble pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison IT is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man"

"THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, When the prodigious Hannibal did crown His rage with razing your immorta"

"Hear me, O God! A broken heart Is my best part. Use still thy rod, That I may prove Therein thy Love. If thou hadst not Been stern to me, But left me"

"Good and great God, can I not think of thee But it must straight my melancholy be? Is it interpreted in me disease That, laden with my sins, I seek fo"

"Good, and great God, can I not think of thee, But it must, straight, my melancholy bee? Is it interpreted in mee disease, That, laden with my sinne"

"Lucy, you brightness of our sphere, who are Life of the Muses' day, their morning star! If works, not th' author's, their own grace should look, Wh"

"False world, good night! since thou hast brought That hour upon my morn of age; Henceforth I quit thee from my thought, My part is ended on thy sta"

"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 w"

"A farewell for a Gentlewoman, vertuous and noble False world, good-night, since thou hast brought That houre upon my morne of age, Hence-forth I q"

"Rhyme, the rack of finest wits, That expresseth but by fits True conceit, Spoiling senses of their treasure, Cozening judgment with a measure, Bu"

"Living a whole life has three conditions: absorbing work which demands and brings fulfilment, a group of friends with whom to exchange minds, and a"

"Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy. Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exac"

"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, an"

"Why do we lie Why do we lie, she questioned, her warm eyes on the grey Autumn wind and its coursing, all afternoon wasted in bed like this?"

"Wouldst thou hear what man can say In a little? Reader, stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbor"

"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"

"In the ember days of my last free summer, here I lie, outside myself, watching the gross body eating a poor curry: satisfied at what I have done, s"

"if only for ten minutes after the mass feeding of schoolchildren after the careful inanity of the staff at low tide this was the place for calm"

"Again! Come, give, yield all your strength to me! From far a low word breathes on the breaking brain Its cruel calm, submissions misery, Gentling"

"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"

"Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this security, It is the common moth That eats on wit"

"In all faith, we did our part: generated punctually, prepared adequately, ejected promptly, and swam in the approved manner in the appropriate dir"

"Weep with me, all you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed Deaths self is sorry. Twas a child that so did thrive In"

"On Salathiel Peavy, A Child of Queen Elizabeths Chapel Weep with me, all you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed Dea"

"The long laments I spent for ruin'd Troy, Are dried; and now mine eyes run teares of joy. No more shall men suppose Electra dead, Though from the c"

"At court I met it, in clothes brave enough To be a courtier, and looks grave enough To seem a statesman: as I near it came, It made me a great face"

"It is usual for people in this country (out of pretended respect but rather from an impertinent curiosity) to desire to see persons after they a"

"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"

"Still to be neat, still to be dressed, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art'"

"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"

"And must I sing? what subject shall I chuse? Or whose great name in Poets heaven use? For the more countenance to my active Muse? Hercules? alas"

"Follow a shaddow, it still flies you, Seeme to flye it, it will pursue: So court a mistris, she denies you; Let her alone, she will court you. Say"

"Still to be neat, still to be dressed, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed; Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art"

"To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor muse ca"

"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, a"

"How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth, Whether by choyce, or fate, or both! And, though so neere the Citie, and the Court, Art tane wi"

"Epitaphs I Wouldst thou hear what Man can say In a little? Reader, stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As much Beauty as could die: Which in li"

"High-spirited friend, I send nor balms nor cor'sives to your wound: Your fate hath found A gentler and more agile hand to tend The cure of that wh"

"See the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my lady rideth! Each that draws is a swan or a dove, And well the car Love guideth. As she goes, all"

"Though beauty be the mark of praise, And yours of whom I sing be such As not the world can praise too much, Yet tis your Virtue now I raise. A v"

"The trawl of unquiet mind drops astern Great lucid streamers bar the sky ahead (bifurcated banners at a tourney) light alchemizes the brass on the"

"Why, Disease, dost thou molest Ladies? and of them the best? Do not men, ynow of rites To thy altars, by their nights Spent in surfets: and their"

"Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show, Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a row Of polish'd pillars, or a roofe of gold: Thou hast no la"

"Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy l"