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Biographies of Ben Jonson

  • Ben Jonson: His Life and Work by Rosalind Miles
  • Ben Jonson: His Craft and Art by Rosalind Miles
  • Ben Jonson: A Literary Life by W. David Kay
  • Ben Jonson: A Life by David Riggs (1989)
  • Ben Jonson: A Life by Ian Donaldson (2011)

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    They say princes learn no art truly, but the art of horsemanship. The reason is, the brave beast is no flatterer. He will throw a prince as soon as his groom.
    Ben Jonson (c. 1572–1637)

    ‘Tis the gift to be simple ‘tis the gift to be free
    ‘Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be
    And when we find ourselves in the place just right
    ‘Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
    —Unknown. ‘Tis the Gift to Be Simple.

    AH. American Hymns Old and New, Vols. I–II. Vol. I, with music; Vol. II, notes on the hymns and biographies of the authors and composers. Albert Christ-Janer, Charles W. Hughes, and Carleton Sprague Smith, eds. (1980)

    ‘Tis the gift to be simple ‘tis the gift to be free
    ‘Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be
    And when we find ourselves in the place just right
    ‘Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
    —Unknown. ‘Tis the Gift to Be Simple.

    AH. American Hymns Old and New, Vols. I–II. Vol. I, with music; Vol. II, notes on the hymns and biographies of the authors and composers. Albert Christ-Janer, Charles W. Hughes, and Carleton Sprague Smith, eds. (1980)

    And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
    And, lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest!
    Leigh Hunt (1784–1859)

    Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears;
    Yet slower yet, oh faintly gentle springs:
    List to the heavy part the music bears,
    “Woe weeps out her division when she sings.”
    Droop herbs and flowers;
    Fall grief in showers;
    “Our beauties are not ours”:
    Oh, I could still,
    Like melting snow upon some craggy hill,
    Drop, drop, drop, drop,
    Since nature’s pride is, now, a withered daffodil.
    —Ben Jonson (1572–1637)