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it's a great life, if you don't weaken
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because the past is not another country

On My First Daughter
Ben Jonson

Here lies, to each her parents' ruth,
Mary, the daughter of their youth;
Yet all heaven's gifts being heaven's due,
It makes the father less to rue.
At six months' end, she parted hence
With safety of her innocence;
Whose soul heaven's queen, whose name she bears,
In comfort of her mother's tears,
Hath placed amongst her virgin-train:
Where, while that severed doth remain,
This grave partakes the fleshly birth;
Which cover lightly, gentle earth!



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 thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.
Oh, could I loose 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.



I think it's nice to think that these people from another time were very different from us and we've learned something since then, because then we don't have to think that we would ever say something like "Kill them all; God will know his own," or "We had to destroy the village in order to save it," or what you will.

Really, this one couplet:

Rest in soft peace, and, asked, say, Here doth lie
Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry.


just knocks me over every time.

Sorry about that, Ben.

Alright, I promise to stop spamming your reading lists with the bengeekery now. *g*

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