Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE MEMORY OF THAT MOST HONOURED LADY JANE, COUNTESS OF SHREWSBURY, by BEN JONSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I could begin with that grave form, 'here lies' Last Line: This second marriage, will eternal make. | ||||||||
I could begin with that grave form, 'Here lies', And pray thee, reader, bring thy weeping eyes To see who it is. A noble countess, great, In blood, in birth, by match, and by her seat; Religious, wise, chaste, loving, gracious, good; And number attributes unto a flood: But every table in this church can say, A list of epithets: and praise this way. No stone in any wall here, but can tell Such things of every body, and as well. Nay, they will venture one's descent to hit, And Christian name too, with a herald's wit. But, I would have thee to know something new, Not usual in a lady; and yet true: At least so great a lady. She was wife But of one husband: and since he left life, But sorrow, she desired no other friend: And her, she made her inmate to the end, To call on sickness still, to be her guest, Whom she, with sorrow first did lodge, then feast, Then entertain, and as death's harbinger; So wooed at last, that he was won to her Importune wish; and by her loved lord's side To lay her here, enclosed, his second bride. Where spite of death, next life, for her love's sake, This second marriage, will eternal make. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 4. HER TRIUMPH by BEN JONSON A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 5. HIS DISCOURSE WITH CUPID by BEN JONSON A FIT OF RHYME AGAINST RHYME [OR, RIME] by BEN JONSON A NYMPH'S PASSION by BEN JONSON A SONNET, TO THE NOBLE LADY, THE LADY MARY WROTH by BEN JONSON AN ODE TO HIMSELF by BEN JONSON ANSWER TO MASTER WITHER'S SONG, 'SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR?' by BEN JONSON EPICOENE; OR, THE SILENT WOMAN: FREEDOM IN DRESS by BEN JONSON EPIGRAM: 118. ON GUT by BEN JONSON |
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