Бен Джонсон цитаты
Бен Джонсон
Дата рождения: 21. Июнь 1572
Дата смерти: 6. Август 1637
Бе́нджамин Джо́нсон или Бен Джо́нсон — английский поэт, драматург, актёр, теоретик драмы.
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Генрик Ибсен22
норвежский драматург, поэт и публицист
Готхольд Эфраим Лессинг34
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Роберт Браунинг17
английский поэт и драматург
Еврипид31
древнегреческий драматург
Томас Стернз Элиот28
американо-английский поэт-модернист, драматург, литературны…
Оливер Голдсмит17
английский прозаик, поэт и драматург
Оскар Уайльд292
ирландский поэт, драматург, писатель, эссеистЦитаты Бен Джонсон
„True happiness
Consists not in the multitude of friends,
But in the worth and choice.“
— Ben Jonson
Cynthia's Revels (1600), Act III, scene ii
„Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.“
— Ben Jonson
Context: Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honoring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.
Song, To Celia, lines 1-16; this poem was inspired by "Letter XXIV" of Philostratus, which in translation reads: "Drink to me with your eyes alone…. And if you will, take the cup to your lips and fill it with kisses, and give it so to me".
„In each of which he seems to shake a lance,
As brandish'd at the eyes of ignorance.“
— Ben Jonson
Context: Yet must I not give nature all: thy art,
My gentle Shakspeare, must enjoy a part.
For though the poet's matter nature be,
His art doth give the fashion. And that he
Who casts to write a living line, must sweat,
(Such as thine arc) and strike the second heat
Upon the muses anvil; turn the fame,
And himself with it, that he thinks to frame;
Or for the laurel, he may gain a scorn,
For a good poet's made, as well as born.
And such wert thou. Look how the father's face
Lives in his issue, even so the race
Of Shakspeare's mind and manners brightly shines
In his well-turned, and true filed lines:
In each of which he seems to shake a lance,
As brandish'd at the eyes of ignorance.
Lines 55 - 70
„For though the poet's matter nature be,
His art doth give the fashion. And that he
Who casts to write a living line, must sweat“
— Ben Jonson
Context: Yet must I not give nature all: thy art,
My gentle Shakspeare, must enjoy a part.
For though the poet's matter nature be,
His art doth give the fashion. And that he
Who casts to write a living line, must sweat,
(Such as thine arc) and strike the second heat
Upon the muses anvil; turn the fame,
And himself with it, that he thinks to frame;
Or for the laurel, he may gain a scorn,
For a good poet's made, as well as born.
And such wert thou. Look how the father's face
Lives in his issue, even so the race
Of Shakspeare's mind and manners brightly shines
In his well-turned, and true filed lines:
In each of which he seems to shake a lance,
As brandish'd at the eyes of ignorance.
Lines 55 - 70
„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
Context: Soul of the age!
The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage!
My Shakespeare, rise; I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie
A little further, to make thee a room;
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.
Lines 17 - 24; this was inspired by a eulogy by William Basse, On Shakespeare:
„Shine forth, thou star of poets, and with rage,
Or influence, chide, or cheer the drooping stage,
Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourn'd like night,
And despairs day, but for thy volumes light.“
— Ben Jonson
Context: Sweet swan of Avon! what a sight it were
To see thee in our water yet appear,
And make those flights upon the banks of Thames,
That so did take Eliza, and our James.
But stay, I see thee in the hemisphere
Advanc'd, and made a constellation there!
Shine forth, thou star of poets, and with rage,
Or influence, chide, or cheer the drooping stage,
Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourn'd like night,
And despairs day, but for thy volumes light.
Lines 71 - 80
„Come my Celia, let us prove,
While we can, the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever,
He at length our good will sever.“
— Ben Jonson
Context: Come my Celia, let us prove,
While we can, the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever,
He at length our good will sever.
Spend not then his gifts in vain;
Suns that set may rise again,
But if once we lose this light,
'Tis with us perpetual night.
Why should we defer our joys?
Fame and rumour are but toys.
Song, To Celia, lines 1-10.
Compare Catullus, Carmina V
