[net.poems] On My First Son, by Ben Jonson

wsh@hou5f.UUCP (Willie Heck) (08/08/83)

                                 ON MY FIRST SON

                                       by

                                   Ben Jonson
                                   (1572-1637)

Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy,
Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.
O, 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.