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Ben Jonson

Data de nascimento: 21. Junho 1572
Data de falecimento: 6. Agosto 1637

Benjamin Jonson, conhecido como Ben Jonson , foi um dramaturgo, poeta e ator inglês da Renascença, contemporâneo de Shakespeare. Entre suas peças mais conhecidas estão Volpone, The Alchemist e Bartholomew Fair: A Comedy .

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Volpone
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„A melhor resposta às calúnias é o silêncio.“

—  Ben Jonson, Volpone

citado em "Com a Corda Toda - Auto-estima E Qualidade de Vida‎" - Página 157, de KARIM KHOURY - Senac, 2004, ISBN 8573593032, 9788573593037 - 244 páginas
Calumnies are answered best with silence.
Volpone (1606), Act II, scene ii

„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, To Celia

Song, To Celia, lines 1-10.
Compare Catullus, Carmina V
The Forest
Contexto: 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.

„Why should we defer our joys?
Fame and rumour are but toys.“

—  Ben Jonson, To Celia

Song, To Celia, lines 1-10.
Compare Catullus, Carmina V
The Forest
Contexto: 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.

„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, To Celia

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".
The Forest
Contexto: 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.

„Soul of the age!
The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage!“

—  Ben Jonson, On Shakespeare

Fonte: To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (1618), Lines 17 - 24; this was inspired by a eulogy by William Basse, On Shakespeare:
Contexto: 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.

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„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

Fonte: To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (1618), Lines 55 - 70
Contexto: 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.

„In each of which he seems to shake a lance,
As brandish'd at the eyes of ignorance.“

—  Ben Jonson

Fonte: To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (1618), Lines 55 - 70
Contexto: 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.

„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, On Shakespeare

Fonte: To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (1618), Lines 17 - 24; this was inspired by a eulogy by William Basse, On Shakespeare:
Contexto: 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.

„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

Fonte: To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (1618), Lines 71 - 80
Contexto: 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.

„He was not of an age, but for all time!“

—  Ben Jonson

Fonte: To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (1618), Lines 41 - 50
Contexto: Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show
To whom all Scenes of Europe homage owe.
He was not of an age, but for all time!
And all the muses still were in their prime,
When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm
Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm!
Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joy'd to wear the dressing of his lines!
Which were so richly spun, and woven so sit,
As, since she will vouchsafe no other wit.

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