ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, "A Funerall Sacrifice, to the sacred Memory of his thrice honoured Father Ben. Johnson" Jonsonius Virbius: or the Memorie of Ben Johnson revived (1638) 47-49.
1598: Rev. Francis Meres
1603: Hugh Holland
1605: Hugh Holland
1605: George Chapman
1607: Francis Beaumont
1607: George Chapman
1611 ca.: John Davies of Hereford
1611: Francis Beaumont
1611: John Fletcher
1611: Nathaniel Field
1612: John Taylor the Water Poet
1616: William Browne of Tavistock
1616: Edward Heyward
1618 ca.: Edmund Bolton
1619: William Drummond
1620: Henry Peacham
1627: Michael Drayton
1632 ca.: Thomas Randolph
1637: Henry King
1637: Rev. William Cartwright
1637: John Suckling
1638: Lucius Cary
1638: Thomas May
1638: Edmund Waller
1638: Joseph Rutter
1638: Shakerley Marmion
1638: Owen Feltham
1638: William Habington
1639: Thomas Bancroft
1646: Samuel Sheppard
1648: Rev. Robert Herrick
1651: Samuel Sheppard
1670 ca.: Lord Clarendon
1675: Edward Phillips
1678: John Oldham
1682: Thomas Shadwell
1683: John Dryden
1687: William Winstanley
1689: Edward Howard
1699: Charles Gildon
1700: Samuel Cobb
1711: Elijah Fenton
1720: Giles Jacob
1750 ca.: William Oldys
1761: Rev. Charles Churchill
1779: J. H.
1784: Rev. Joseph Warton
1793: Isaac D'Israeli
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1797: Rev. Joseph Warton
1799: William Seward
1800: Dr. Nathan Drake
1805: Rev. Henry John Todd
1817: John Hamilton Reynolds
1819: Thomas Campbell
1820: William Hazlitt
1823: J. C. B.
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1834: Robert Aris Willmott
1835: L. L.
1836: Richard Cattermole
1837: Henry Hallam
1842: C. H. Timperley
1844: Leigh Hunt
1847: Edward Farr
1852: Mary Russell Mitford
1860: George Gilfillan
1880: A. W. Ward
1637: Thomas Heywood
1637: Thomas Heywood
1638: Ben Jonson
I cannot grave, nor carve; else would I give
Thee Statues, Sculptures, and thy name should live
In Tombes, and brasse, untill the stones, or rust
Of thine owne Monument, mixe with thy dust:
But Nature has afforded me a slight
And easie Muse, yet one that takes her flight
Above the vulgar pitch. BEN she was thine,
Made by adoption free and genuine;
By vertue of thy Charter, which from Heaven,
By Jove himselfe, before thy birth was given.
The Sisters Nine this secret did declare,
Who of Jove's counsell, and His daughters are.
These from Parnassus hill came running downe,
And though an Infant did with Laurels crowne.
Thrice they him kist, and took him in their armes,
And dancing round, incircled him with charmes.
Pallas her Virgin breast did thrice distill
Into his lips, and him with Nectar fill.
When he grew up to yeeres, his mind was all
On Verses: Verses, that the Rocks might call
To follow him, and Hell it selfe command,
And wrest Joves three-fold thunder from his hand.
The Satires oft-times hem'd him in a ring,
And gave him pipes and reeds to heare him sing:
Whose vocall notes, tun'd to Apolloes Lyre,
The Syrens and the Muses did admire.
The Nymphs to him their gemmes and corall sent;
And did with Swannes and Nightingales present
Gifts farre beneath his worth. The golden Ore,
That lyes on Tagus or Pactolus shore,
Might not compare with him, nor that pure sand
The Indians find upon Hydaspes Strand.
His fruitfull raptures shall grow up to seed,
And as the Ocean does the Rivers feed,
So shall his wits rich veines, the World supply
With unexhausted wealth, and ne'r be dry.
For whether He, like a fine thread does file
His terser Poems in a Comick stile,
Or treats of tragick furies, and him list,
To draw his lines out with a stronger twist:
Minervas, nor Arachnes loome can show
Such curious tracts; nor does the Spring bestow
Such glories on the Field, or Flora's Bowers,
As His works smile with Figures, and with Flowrs.
Never did so much strength, or such a spell
Of art, and eloquence of papers dwell.
For whil'st that he in colours, full and true,
Men's natures, fancies, and their humours drew
In method, order, matter, sence and grace,
Fitting each person to his time and place;
Knowing to move, to slacke, or to make haste,
Binding the middle with the first and last:
He framed all minds, and did all passions stirre,
And with a bridle guide the Theater.
To say now He is dead, or to maintaine
A Paradox he lives, were labour vaine:
Earth must to earth. But his faire soule does weare
Bright Ariadnes Crowne. Or is plac'd near
Where Orpheus Harpe turnes round with Laedas Swan:
Astrologers, demonstrate where you can,
Where His Star shines, and what part of the Skie,
Holds His compendious Divinity,
There He is fixt, I know it, cause from thence,
My selfe have lately receiv'd influence.
The Reader smiles; but let no man deride
The Embleme of my love, not of my pride.