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BEN JONSON AND THE ART OF INCLUSION<br />

precedents for each in English and on the Continent, but by the time Jonson<br />

finished writing they had become his special property although in remarkably<br />

different ways. By contrast, his one designated attempt at writing a sonnet (to<br />

Sidney’s niece, the poet Mary Wroth) is clearly an attempt. (I mention<br />

“designated” because scholarly sleuthing will eventually uncover five other<br />

sonnets in the canon.) 15 The poem is so deliberately and comically left-footed,<br />

rhyming “poet” with “show it,” “know it,” and “owe it” for starters—Jonson used<br />

nearly the identical scheme in the burlesque on “Sir William Burlase, The<br />

Painter to the Poet”—that its placement next to “A Fit of Rhyme against<br />

Rhyme” can hardly be accidental. It is, in kind, an “anti-sonnet,” 16 though the<br />

poem manages to smooth out in the sestet in part as a graceful gesture signaling<br />

Mary Wroth’s apparently beneficial influence: her worth. But one also suspects<br />

that however much we might think of this poem as a partial anticipation of<br />

Hudibras, Jonson’s own pride as a poet would never allow him to appear only in<br />

a comical light. Even if he disliked the Procrustean constrictions imposed by the<br />

sonnet—Drummond reported Jonson’s cursing Petrarch for “redacting verses to<br />

sonnets, which he said were like that tyrant’s bed” 17 —he was too much the<br />

master of forms ever to be fully its victim. Hence in the next poem we get the<br />

formal paradox fully sounded of writing a fit of rhyme against rhyme.<br />

Jonson’s “fits” of stanzaic complexity, though done often with virtuosic grace<br />

in the later poetry (“My Picture Left in Scotland,” “The Hour-Glass,” “A<br />

Celebration of Charis, Her Triumph”) when the established poet was clearly<br />

willing to play the courtier, are exceptions that seem designed to help prove the<br />

Jonsonian “rule” on another front: that couplets are “the bravest sort of verses,<br />

especially when they are broken, like hexameters; and that cross-rhymes and<br />

stanzas—because the purpose would lead [the poet] beyond eight lines to<br />

conclude—were all forced.” Jonson was speaking here specifically about heroic<br />

poetry in the double context of his own “intention to perfect an epic poem,<br />

entitled Heroologia, of the worthies of his country roused by fame” 18 and of the<br />

long-standing Renaissance controversy over the propriety of rhyme in verse that<br />

had been recently rekindled in the dispute between the Latinizing Campion and<br />

the patriotic Daniel. But the general point is not lost, even if both Heroologia<br />

and Jonson’s discourse, in which he (predictably) disagreed with both Campion<br />

and Daniel, were among the works that perished when his library burned in<br />

1623. For the pressure of the couplet pervades his poetry from beginning to end.<br />

“He detesteth,” reported Drummond in 1619, “all other rhymes.” 19<br />

The Epigrams, in fact, the first collection of poetry a reader of the folio meets<br />

(or is it confronts?), is virtually a tour de force of the form. Cut and chiseled into<br />

a variety of lengths ranging from two to 196 lines (the majority are of a blocklike,<br />

twelve-line length), all but nine of the 133 poems are in couplets. A look,<br />

moreover, at one of Jonson’s contemporaries like Everard Guilpen—one could<br />

make a similar point with Sir John Davies’s Epigrammes (1599)—will quickly<br />

disabuse us of the belief that books of epigrams published at the turn of the<br />

seventeenth century were necessarily concise or what we think of as<br />

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