Ben Jonson

Ben Jonson

Benjamin "Ben" Jonson (c. 11 June 1572 – 6 August 1637) was an English Renaissance dramatist, poet and actor. A contemporary of William Shakespeare, he is best known for his satirical plays, particularly Volpone, The Alchemist, and Bartholomew Fair, which are considered his best, and his lyric poems. A man of vast reading and a seemingly insatiable appetite for controversy, Jonson had an unparalleled breadth of influence on Jacobean and Caroline playwrights and poets.

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    Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show,
    Of touch or marble; nor canst boast a row
    Of polished pillars, or a roof of gold;
    Thou hast no lantern whereof tales are told,
    Or stair, or courts; but stand’st an ancient pile,
    Ben Jonson (1572–1637)

    Some bring a capon, some a rural cake,
    Some nuts, some apples; some that think they make
    The better cheeses bring ‘em, or else send
    By their ripe daughters, whom they would commend
    This way to husbands, and whose baskets bear
    An emblem of themselves in plum or pear.
    Ben Jonson (1572–1637)

    Come leave the loathed stage,
    And the more loathsome age,
    Where pride and impudence in faction knit
    Usurp the chair of wit:
    Indicting and arraigning every day,
    Something they call a play.
    Let their fastidious, vain
    Commission of the brain,
    Run on and rage, sweat, censure, and condemn:
    They were not made for thee, less thou for them.
    Ben Jonson (1572–1637)

    He stood, a soldier, to the last right end,
    A perfect patriot and a noble friend,
    But most a virtuous son.
    All offices were done
    By him, so ample, full, and round
    In weight in measure, number, sound,
    As, though his age imperfect might appear,
    His life was of humanity the sphere.
    Ben Jonson (1572–1637)

    Thou art a monument without a tomb,
    And art alive still while thy book doth live
    And we have wits to read and praise to give.
    Ben Jonson (1572–1637)