On+My+First+Sonne

On my first Sonne **  Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;  My sinne was too much hope of thee, lov’d boy.  Seven yeeres tho’wert lent to me, and I thee pay,  Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.  O, could I loose all father, now. For why  Will man lament the state he should envie?  To have so soone scap’d worlds, and fleshes rage,  And, if no other miserie, yet age?  Rest in soft peace, and, ask’d, say here doth lye  Ben. Jonson his best piece of poetrie.  For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vows be such,   As what he loves may never like too much. ** Ben Jonson 1616 **
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