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Ben Jonson - On my First Son
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Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
    My sin was too much hope of thee, lov`d boy.
    Seven years tho` 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 `scap`d world`s and flesh`s rage,
    And if no other misery, yet age?
    Rest in soft peace, and, ask`d, 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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