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On My First Son

On My First Son

  

by Ben Jonson

Analysis: Tough-o-Meter

(3) Base Camp

Jonson's poem isn't too difficult. The language is pretty normal stuff. There aren't any real crazy words like eleemosynary, and, for the most part, we get what he's saying. The structure of the last line is sort of weird, and calls for a bit of unraveling. All in all, though, Jonson gives us a straightforward poem in a form that is understandable.

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