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Elegy · Grief

On My First Son

by Ben Jonson · 1616

Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy,

My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy;

Seven years th' 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.

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Poem
On My First Son
Poet
Ben Jonson
Published
1616
Length
12 lines
Form
Elegy, Epigram
Themes
Grief, Death & Loss, Family

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Shape
12 lines · one 12-line stanza
Line length
Mostly 10-syllable lines (pentameter length).

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Author record
Ben Jonson1572–1637
Source record
WikisourceOn My First Son by ben-jonson, Wikisource transcription
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1616
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