Poems by Benjamin Jonson
Venus' Runaway
... Naught but wounds his hands doth season, ...
Conditions of Living
... absorbing work which demands and brings fulfilment, ...
A Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme
... Greek was free from rhyme's infection, ...
XIV: Ode: To Sir William Sydney, On His Birth-day
... Then The Birth-day shines, when logs not burne, but men ...
In The Person Of Womankind
... The fools or tyrants with your friends, ...
VI: To The Same
... Or the stars, that guild his streames, ...
To The Reader
... Pray thee, take care, that tak'st my book in hand, ...
XIII: Epistle: To Katherine, Lady Aubigny
... Where, If it may stand with your soft blush to heare, ...
A Farewell to the World
... FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought ...
To Francis Beaumont
... The least indulgent thought thy pen drops forth! ...
To My Book
... To catch the world's loose laughter or vain gaze ...
Song from The Silent Woman
... They strike mine eyes, but not my heart ...
Ode upon the Censure of his New Inn
... Which if they are torn, and turn'd, and patch'd enough, ...
The Triumph Of Charis
... Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride ...
I: Why I Write Not To Love
... That since, my numbers are so cold, ...
