This website is using cookies

We use cookies to ensure that we give you the best experience on our website. If you continue without changing your settings, we'll assume that you are happy to receive all cookies on this website. 

Jonson, Ben: On my First Son

Portre of Jonson, Ben

On my First Son (English)

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.

Uploaded byP. T.
Source of the quotation

Request a translation

Here and now you can request a translation of this work to another language. We will store your request and show it to the world to fulfill it. We cannot promise anything ... but maybe someone will do the hard work and translate this title for you. If you provide us you e-mail address, then we will notify you whenever someone uploads her/his translation.


Send me an e-mail when the translation is ready: