Epigrams: On my First Son

Ben Jonson

 
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.
 

Poems by This Author

A Hymn on the Nativity of My Savior by Ben Jonson
I sing the birth was born tonight
An Ode to Himself by Ben Jonson
Where dost thou careless lie
His Excuse for Loving by Ben Jonson
Let it not your wonder move,
My Picture Left in Scotland by Ben Jonson
I now think love is rather deaf, than blind,
On My First Son by Ben Jonson
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
On Poet-Ape by Ben Jonson
Poor Poet-Ape, that would be thought our chief,
Song to Celia by Ben Jonson
Drinke to me, onely, with thine eys
The Noble Nature by Ben Jonson
It is not growing like a tree
Third Charm from Masque of Queens by Ben Jonson
The owl is abroad, the bat, and the toad


Further Reading

Poems About Sons
A Boy and His Dad
by Edgar Guest
Another Country
by Ryan Teitman
Come Up From the Fields Father
by Walt Whitman
Fishing in Winter
by Ralph Burns
Goodnight Moon
by James Arthur
Like Him
by Aaron Smith
Odysseus to Telemachus
by Joseph Brodsky
On My First Son
by Ben Jonson
The Bee
by James Dickey
With Kit, Age 7, at the Beach
by William Stafford
Yesterday
by W. S. Merwin