Have You Seen But A Bright Lily Grow (by: Benjamin Jonson (1573 - 1637)) Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall of snow Before the soil hath smutched it? continue reading
His Excuse For Loving (by: Benjamin Jonson (1573 - 1637)) 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... continue reading
Song To Diana (by: Benjamin Jonson (1573 - 1637)) 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, Goddess excellently bright. continue reading
What He Suffered (by: Benjamin Jonson (1573 - 1637)) Loser-like, now, all my wreak Is, that I have leave to speak; And in either prose or song To revenge me with my tongue continue reading
Why I Write Not Of Love (by: Benjamin Jonson (1573 - 1637)) Some act of Love's bound to rehearse, I thought to bind him in my verse; Which when he felt, Away, quoth he, Can poets hope to fetter me? continue reading
Women Are But Men's Shadows, The (by: Benjamin Jonson (1573 - 1637)) Follow a shadow, it still flies you; Seem to fly it, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you; Let her alone, she will court you. continue reading
