Poems by Benjamin Jonson
On Giles and Joan
... Harsh sights at home, Giles wisheth he were blind: ...
XV: To Heaven
... First, midst, and last, converted one, and three ...
To the Memory of My Beloved Author, Mr. William Shakespeare
... Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourn'd like night, ...
The Alchemist: Prologue
... They shall find things, they'd think or wish were done ...
The Thames At Mortlake
... scratched glass, rubbed brick, rusted gatebutts ...
Epitaph On The Countess Of Pembroke
... Learned, and fair, and good as she, ...
X: And Must I Sing?
... Envious day Shall not give out, that I have made thee stay, ...
Occupation: Father
... once pushed his head between my knees ...
For a Girl in a Book
... less real than most, more real than all ...
The Speeches of Gratulations
... GENIUS. Stay, what art thou, that in this strange attire, ...
The Alchemist
... Selling of flies, flat bawdry with the stone, ...
Song: To Cynthia
... Heaven to clear, when day did close: ...
Natural Progress
... generated punctually, prepared adequately, ...
On Lucy, Countess of Bedford
... I meant she should be courteous, facile, sweet, ...
The Short Fear
... My awkward grossness grows: I go down, through ...
