Example: “On my first sonne” by Ben Jonson “Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sinne was too much hope of thee, lov’d boy, Seven yeeres 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 fate he should envíe? To have so soon scap’d worlds, and fleshes rage, And, if no other miserie, yet age? Rest in soft peace, and, ask’d, say here doth lye BEN. IONSON his best piece of poetrie. For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vowes be such, As what he loves may never like too much.”