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The Workes of Benjamin Jonson

Jonson, Ben (1573?-1637)

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1.

To Ben. Ionson, on his VVorks.

ON THE AUTHOR, The Poet Laureat, Ben. Jonson.

On his elaborated Art-contrived Playes.

To His worthy friend, Ben. Ionson. Vpon his Sejanus.

TO MY FRIEND, Mr. Ben. Jonson. Vpon his Alchymist.

To my deare friend, M. Ben. Ionson. Vpon his Fox.

UPON THE SILENT WOMAN.

To my friend M. Ben. Ionson. Vpon his Catiline.

[Swell me a bowle with lustie wine]

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EPIGRAMMES. I. BOOKE.

I.

I. To the Reader.

II.

II. To my Book.

III.

III. To my Book-seller.

IIII.

IIII. To King James.

V.

V. On The Union.

VI.

VI. To Alchymists.

VII.

VII. On the New Hot-house.

VIII.

VIII. On A Robbery.

IX.

IX. To All, To Whom I Write.

X.

X To My Lord Ignorant.

XI.

XI. On Some-thing, That Walkes Some-where.

XII.

XII. On Lieutenant Shift.

XIII.

XIII. To Doctor Empirick.

XIV.

XIV. To William Camden.

XV.

XV. On Court-worme.

XVI.

XVI. To Braine-hardy.

XVII.

XVII. To the learned Critick.

XVIII.

XVIII. To My Meere English Censurer.

XIX.

XIX. On Sir Cod The Perfumed.

XX.

XX. To The Same Sir Cod [The Perfumed].

XXI.

XXI. On Reformed Gam'ster.

XXII.

XXII. On My First Daughter.

XXIII.

XXIII. To John Donne.

XXIV.

XXIV. To The Parliament.

XXV.

XXV. On Sir Voluptuous Beast.

XXVI.

XXVI. On The Same [Sir Voluptuous] Beast.

XXVII.

XXVII. On Sir John Roe.

XXVIII.

XXVIII. On Don Surly.

XXIX.

XXIX. To Sir Annual Tilter.

XXX.

XXX. To Person Guiltie.

XXXI.

XXXI. On Banck The Usurer.

XXXII.

XXXII. On Sir John Roe.

XXXIII.

XXXIII. To The Same [Sir John Roe].

XXXIV.

XXXIV. Of Death.

XXXV.

XXXV. To King James.

XXXVI.

XXXVI. To The Ghost Of Martial.

XXXVII.

XXXVII. On Chev'rill The Lawyer.

XXXVIII.

XXXVIII. To Person Guiltie.

XXXIX.

XXXIX. On Old Colt.

XL.

XL. On Margaret Ratcliffe.

XLI.

XLI. On Gypsee.

XLII.

XLII. On Giles And Jone.

XLIII.

XLIII. To Robert Earle Of Salisburie.

XLIV.

XLIV. On Chuffe, Banks The Usurer's Kinsman.

XLV.

XLV. On My First Sonne.

XLVI.

XLVI. To Sir Lucklesse Woo-All.

XLVII.

XLVII. To The Same [Sir Lucklesse Woo-All].

XLVIII.

XLVIII. On Mungril Esquire.

XLIX.

XLIX. To Play-wright.

L.

LI.

LI. To King James.

LII.

LII. To Censorious Courtling.

LIII.

LIII. To Old-end Gatherer.

LIV.

LIV. On Chev'ril.

LV.

LV. To Francis Beaumont.

LVI.

LVI. On Poet-Ape.

LVII.

LVII. On Baudes, And Usurers.

LVIII.

LVIII. To Groome Ideot.

LIX.

LX.

LX. To William Lord Mounteagle.

LXI.

LXI. To Foole, Or Knave.

LXII.

LXII. To Fine Lady Would-bee.

LXIII.

LXIII. To Robert Earle Of Salisburie.

LXIV.

LXIV. To The Same [Robert Earle Of Salisburie]. Vpon the accession of the Treasurership to him.

LXV.

LXV. To My Muse.

LXVI.

LXVI. To Sir Henry Cary.

LXVII.

LXVII. To Thomas Earle Of Suffolke.

LXVIII.

LXVIII. On Play-wright.

LXIX.

LXIX. To Pertinax Cob.

LXX.

LXX. To William Roe.

LXXI.

LXXI. On Court-Parrat.

LXXII.

LXXII. To Court-ling.

LXXIII.

LXXIII. To Fine Grand.

LXXIV.

LXXIV. To Thomas Lord Chancelor.

LXXV.

LXXV. On Lippe, The Teacher.

LXXVI.

LXXVI. On Lucy Countesse Of Bedford.

LXXVII.

LXXVII. To One That Desired Me Not To Name Him.

LXXVIII.

LXXVIII. To Hornet.

LXXIX.

LXXIX. To Elizabeth Countesse Of Rutland.

LXXX.

LXXX. Of Life and Death.

LXXXI.

LXXXI. To Proule The Plagiary.

LXXXII.

LXXXII. On Cashierd Capt. Surly.

LXXXIII.

LXXXIII. To A Friend.

LXXXIV.

LXXXIV. To Lucy Countesse Of Bedford.

LXXXV.

LXXXV. To Sir Henry Goodyere.

LXXXVI.

LXXXVI. To The Same [Sir Henry Goodyere].

LXXXVII.

LXXXVII. On Captaine Hazard The Cheater.

LXXXVIII.

LXXXVIII. On English Mounsieur.

LXXXIX.

LXXXIX. To Edward Allen.

XC.

XC. On Mill. My Ladies Woman.

XCI.

XCI. To Sir Horace Vere.

XCII.

XCII. The New Cry.

XCIII.

XCIII. To Sir John Radcliffe.

XCIV.

XCIV. To Lucy, Countesse Of Bedford, With Mr. Donnes Satyres.

XCV.

XCV. To Sir Henry Savile.

XCVI.

XCVI. To John Donne.

XCVII.

XCVII. On The New Motion.

XCVIII.

XCVIII. To Sir Thomas Roe.

XCIX.

XCIX. To The Same [Sir Thomas Roe].

C.

C. On Play-wright.

CI.

CI. Inviting A Friend To Supper.

CII.

CII. To William Earle Of Pembroke.

CIII.

CIII. To Mary Lady Wroth.

CIV.

CIV. To Susan Countesse Of Montgomery.

CV.

CV. To Mary Lady Wroth.

CVI.

CVI. TO Sir Edward Herbert.

CVII.

CVII. To Captaine Hungry.

CVIII.

CVIII. To True Souldiers.

CIX.

CIX. To Sir Henry Nevil.

CX.

CX. To Clement Edmonds, On His Cæsars Commentaries observed, and translated.

CXI.

CXI. To The Same; On The Same [Clement Edmonds, on his Cæsars Commentaries observed, and translated].

CXII.

CXII. To A Weake Gamster In Poetry.

CXIII.

CXIII. To Sir Thomas Overbury.

CXIV.

CXIV. To Mrs. Philip Sydney.

CXV.

CXV. On The Townes Honest Man.

CXVI.

CXVI. To Sir William Jephson.

CXVII.

CXVII. On Groyne.

CXVIII.

CXVIII. On Gut.

CXIX.

CXIX. To Sir Raph Shelton.

CXX.

CXX. An Epitaph On S.P. A Child Of Q. El. Chappel.

CXXI.

CXXI. To Benjamin Rudyerd.

CXXII.

CXXII. To The Same.

CXXIII.

CXXIII. To The Same.

CXXIV.

CXXIV. Epitaph On Elizabeth, L.H.

CXXV.

CXXV. To Sir William Uvedale.

CXXVI.

CXXVI. To His Lady, Then Mrs. Cary.

CXXVII.

CXXVII. To Esme, Lord Aubigny.

CXXVIII.

CXXVIII. To William Roe.

CXXIX.

CXXIX. To Edward Filmer, on his Musicall Work dedicated to the Queen. Anno 1629.

CXXX.

CXXXI.

CXXXI. To Alphonso Ferrabosco, on his Booke.

CXXXII.

CXXXII. To The Same.

CXXXIII.

CXXXIII. To Mr. Josuah Sylvester.

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CXXXIV.

CXXXIV. On The Famous Voyage.

The Voyage It Selfe.

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I.

I. Why I Write Not Of Love.

II.

II. To Penshurst.

III.

III. To Sir Robert Wroth.

IV.

IV. To The World.

V.

V. Song. To Celia.

VI.

VI. To The Same.

VII.

VII. Song. That Women Are But Mens Shaddows.

VIII.

VIII. Song. To Sicknesse.

IX.

IX. Song. To Celia.

X.

XI.

XII.

XII. Epistle To Elizabeth Countesse Of Rutland.

XIII.

XIII. Epistle. To Katherine, Lady Aubigny:

XIIII.

XIIII. Ode. To Sir William Sydney, On His Birth-day.

XV.

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PART OF THE KINGS ENTERTAINMENT, IN PASSING TO HIS CORONATION.

The speeches of Gratulation.

A PANEGYRE, ON THE HAPPY ENTRANCE OF Iames, our Soveraigne, to His first high Session of Parliament in this his Kingdome, the 19 of March, 1603.

[This is mab the mistris-Fairy]

[Buz, quoth the blue Flie]

[Soft, subtill fire, thou soule of Art]

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2.

[My masters and friends, and good people draw neere]

[I was not wearier where I lay]

[Roome, roome, make roome for the bouncing bellie]

[Come on, come on; and where you go]

1. Straine. Song 2.

[From a Gipsie, in the morning]

[Come noble Nymphs, and doe not hide]

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VNDER-VVOODS. POEMS OF DEVOTION.

The Sinners Sacrifice.

A Hymne to God the Father.

A Hymne On the Nativitie of my Saviour.

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A Celebration of Charis in ten Lyrick Peeces.

1.

1. His Excuse for loving.

2.

2. How he saw her.

3.

3. What hee suffered.

4.

4. Her Triumph.

5.

5. His discourse with Cupid.

6.

6. Clayming a second kisse by Desert.

7.

7. Begging another, on colour of mending the former.

8.

8. Urging her of a promise.

9.

9. Her man described by her owne Dictamen.

10.

10. Another Ladyes exception present at the hearing.

The Musicall strife;

In the person of Woman kind.

Another. In defence of their Inconstancie.

A Nymphs Passion.

The Houre-glasse.

My Picture left in Scotland.

Against Iealousie.

An Epitaph on Master Vincent Corbet.

An Epistle to Sir Edvvard Sacvile, now Earle of Dorset.

An Epistle to Master Iohn Selden.

An Epistle to a Friend, to perswade him to the Warres.

An Epitaph on Master Philip Gray.

Epistle To a Friend.

A Satyricall Shrub.

A little Shrub growing by.

An Ode. To himselfe.

The mind of the Frontispice to a Booke.

An Ode to Iames Earle of Desmond,

A Sonnet. To the noble Lady, the Lady Mary Worth.

A Fit of Rime against Rime.

An Epigram On Willam Lord Burl: Lo: high %Treasurer of England.

An Epigram. To Thomas Lo: Elsmere,

Another to him.

An Epigram to the Councellour that pleaded, and carried the Cause.

An Epigram. To the small Poxe.

An Epistle to a friend.

An Execration upon Vulcan.

A speach according to Horace.

An Epistle to Master Arth: Squib.

An Epigram on Sir Edward Coke,

An Epistle answering to one that asked to be Sealed of the Tribe of Ben.

The Dedication of the Kings new Cellar.

An Epigram on The Court Pucell.

An Epigram. To the honour'd --- Countesse of ---

Lord Bacons Birth-day.

A Poëme sent me by Sir William Burlase.

An Epigram. To, William, Earle of Newcastle.

Epistle To Mr. Arthur Squib.

To Mr. Iohn Burges.

Epistle. To my Lady Covell.

To Master Iohn Burges.

Epigram, to my Book-seller.

An Epigram. To William Earle of Newcastle.

An Epitaph, on Henry L. La-ware.

An Epigram. To K. Charles

To K Charles, and Q Mary.

An Epigram. To our great and good K. Charles On his Anniversary Day.

An Epigram on the Princes birth

An Epigram to the Queene, then lying in.

An Ode, or Song, by all the Muses.

An Epigram, To the House-hold.

Epigram. To a Friend, and Sonne.

To the immortall memorie, and friendship of that noble paire, Sir Lvcivs Cary, and Sir H. Morison.

To the Right Honourable, the Lord high Treasurer of England.

To the King. On his Birth-day.

On the Right Honourable, and vertuous Lord Weston, L. high Treasurer of England,

To the Right honble Hierome, L. Weston.

The humble Petition of poore Ben.

To the right Honourable, the Lord Treasurer of England.

An Epigram To my MUSE, the Lady Digby, on her Husband, Sir Kenelme Digby.

[New yeares, expect new gifts: Sister, your Harpe]

A New-yeares-Gift sung to King Charles, 1635.

On the Kings Birth-day.

To my L. the King,

An Elegie On the Lady Anne Pavvlet, Marchion: of Winton.

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1.

1. The Dedication of her CRADLE.

2.

2. The Song of her DESCENT.

3.

3. The Picture of the BODY.

4.

To Kenelme, Iohn, George.

9. Elegie on my Muse.

The praises of a Countrie life.

Ode the first. The fourth Booke. To Venus.

Ode IX. 3 Booke, to Lydia. Dialogue of Horace, and Lydia.

Fragmentum Petron. Arbitr.

Epigramma Martialis. Lib. viii. Lxxvii.

[Though I am young, and cannot tell, ]

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V. Song. To Celia.

Come my Celia, let us prove,
While wee may, the sports of love;
Time will not be ours, for'ever:
He, at length, our good will sever.
Spend not then his gifts in vaine.
Sunnes, that set, may rise againe:
But, if once wee lose this light,
'Tis, with us, perpetuall night.
Why should we deferre our joyes?
Fame, and rumor are but toyes.
Cannot wee delude the eyes
Of a few poore houshold spyes?
Or his easier eares beguile,
So removed by our wile?
'Tis no sinne, loves fruit to steale,
But the sweet theft to reveale:
To bee taken, to be seene,
These have crimes accounted beene.