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Poem by Ben Jonson


On My First Son


Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
    My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy.
Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
    Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.
Oh, could I lose all father now! For why
    Will man lament the state he should envy?
To have so soon 'scaped world's and flesh's rage,
    And if no other misery, yet age!
Rest in soft peace, and, asked, say, Here doth lie
    Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry.
For whose sake henceforth all his vows be such
    As what he loves may never like too much.

	



Ben Jonson


Ben Jonson's other poems:
  1. A Hymn to God the Father
  2. Venus' Runaway
  3. Porth Ceiriad Bay
  4. The Noble Balm
  5. Living By


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