Ben Jonson (11 June 1572 – 6 August 1637 / London / England)
Poems of Ben Jonson
|42.||Ode upon the Censure of his New Inn||4/9/2010|
|43.||Of Life And Death||4/9/2010|
|44.||On A Robbery||3/7/2012|
|45.||On Don Surly||4/9/2010|
|46.||On Elizabeth L. H.||4/9/2010|
|47.||On Giles and Joan||4/9/2010|
|48.||On Lucy, Countess of Bedford||4/9/2010|
|49.||On My First Daughter||4/9/2010|
|50.||On My First Son||1/20/2003|
|52.||On Salathiel Pavy||4/9/2010|
|53.||On Something, That Walks Somewhere||4/9/2010|
|55.||Porth Ceiriad Bay||4/9/2010|
|58.||Queen and Huntress||4/9/2010|
|60.||So Breaks The Sun||4/9/2010|
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.
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