Can you work out where the lines breaks are?

1. Farewell thou child of my right hand and joy my sinne was too much hope of thee lov’d boy seven years tho wert lent to me and I thee pay exacted by the fate on the just day o could I loose all father now for why will man lament the state he should envie to have so soone 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 jonson his best piece of poetrie for whose sake hence-forth all his vowes be such as what he loves may never like too much. Can you work out where the lines breaks are?

2. On My First Sonne 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 loose all father, now. For why Will man lament the state he should envie? To have so soone 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. Jonson his best piece of poetrie. For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vowes be such,  As what he loves may never like too much.  too much hope of thee: i.e. too much hope that he would grow up, and too much hope that he would do great things. a pun on the meaning of his name: Benjamin in Hebrew means "son of the right hand", Give up, let go Lent by god Taken at the appropriate time – like a loan Escaped the passionate desires of life Pronoun – belonging to please making