About Ben Jonson
1572 - 1637/EnglishVolpone and The Alchemist, his garrulous personality, and his tempestuous rivalry with William Shakespeare. Early life Although he was born in Westminster, Jonson claimed his family was of Border descent, and this may be confirmed by the fact that his
Selected Quotes
Poetry & Stories
Have You Seen But A Bright Lily Grow
Have you seen but a bright lily growBefore rude hands have touched it?
So Breaks The Sun
So breaks the sun earth's rugged chains,Wherein rude winter bound her veins;
Venus' Runaway
Beauties, have ye seen this toy,Called Love, a little boy,
A Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits,That expresseth but by fits
A Farewell to the World
FALSE world, good night! since thou hast broughtThat hour upon my morn of age;
About Ben Jonson
Ben Jonson: Quick Answers
Who is Ben Jonson?
1572 - 1637/EnglishVolpone and The Alchemist, his garrulous personality, and his tempestuous rivalry with William Shakespeare.
Where can I read Ben Jonson's poetry?
Kavishala has 12 poems and stories by Ben Jonson, free to read on this page, along with selected quotes you can share.
Poems & Stories by Ben Jonson
Have You Seen But A Bright Lily Grow
Have you seen but a bright lily growBefore rude hands have touched it?
So Breaks The Sun
So breaks the sun earth's rugged chains,Wherein rude winter bound her veins;
Venus' Runaway
Beauties, have ye seen this toy,Called Love, a little boy,
A Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits,That expresseth but by fits
A Farewell to the World
FALSE world, good night! since thou hast broughtThat hour upon my morn of age;
To The Memory Of My Beloved, The Author, Mr William Shakespeare, And What He Hath Left Us
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy nameAm I thus ample to thy book and fame;
To Lucy, Countess of Bedford, with John Donne's Satires
Lucy, you brightness of our sphere, who areLife of the Muses' day, their morning star!
An Epitaph On A Child Of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel
Weep with me, all you that readThis little story;
Hymn To Diana
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,Now the sun is laid to sleep,
To John Donne
Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each MuseWho, to thy one, all other brains refuse;
The Triumph
SEE the Chariot at hand here of Love,Wherein my Lady rideth!
Epitaph On Elizabeth
Wouldst thou hear what man can sayIn a little? Reader, stay.
Selected Quotes by Ben Jonson (चुनिंदा उद्धरण)
Beauties, have ye seen this toy,Called Love, a little boy,
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy nameAm I thus ample to thy book and fame;
SEE the Chariot at hand here of Love,Wherein my Lady rideth!
Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each MuseWho, to thy one, all other brains refuse;
Weep with me, all you that readThis little story;
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits,That expresseth but by fits
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