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And now with fecond hope the goes,
And calls Lucin; to her throws;
But whether by mischance or blame
Afropos for Lucina came;
And with remorseless chielty
Spoii'd at once both fruit and tree:
The hapless Babe before his birth
Had burial, yet not laid in earth,
And the languifht Mother's Womb
Was not long a living Tomb.
So have I seen some tender flip
Sav'd with care from Winter's nip,
The pride of her carnation train,
Pluck'd up by fome unheedy (wain,
Who only thought to crop the flow's
New shot up from vernal bow'r;
But the fair blossom hangs the head
Side-ways, as on a dying bed,
And those Pearls of dew he wears,
Trove to be presaging tears
Which the sad morn had let fall
On her haft’ning Funeral.
Gentle Lady, may thy grave
Peace and quiet ever have;
After this thy travel sore
Sweet rest seise thee evermore,

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That to give the World encrease, is shortned hast thy own life's lease; ni'ss Here, besides the sorrowing

Esp; That thy noble House doth bring, Here be tears of perfect moan Wept for thee in Helicon, And some Flowers, and some Bags, For thy Herse, to strew the ways, Sent thee from the banks of Came, Devoted to thy virtuous name; Whilst thou, bright Saint, high fit'll in glory, Next her much like to thee in story,

及 That fair Syrian Shepherdess, Who after years of barrenness. The highly favour'd Joseph, bore. To him that serv'd for her before, And at her next birth, much like thee, Through pangs fled to felicity, Far within the boosom bright of blazing Majesty and Light, There with thee, new welcom Saint, Like fortunes may her soul acquaint, With thee there clad in radiant fhcen, - No Marchioness, but now a Queen.

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SONG. On May Morning.
TOW. the bright morning Star, Day's harbinger,

dancing from the Saft and leads with her

Comes

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The Flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowship, and the pale Primrose.

Hail' bounteous May that doft inspire
Mirth and Youth and warm delire,
Woods and. Groves are of thy dressing,

Hill and Dale doth boaft thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early Song,
And welcome thee, and with thee long."

On SHAKESPEAR. 1630.

The labour of an age in piled Stones, [Benes;
Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid
Under a Star-ypointing Pyramid ?
Dear Son of memory, great heir of Fame,
What need’It thou such weak witness of thy name?
Thou in our wonder and astonishment
Haft built thy self a live-long Monument.
For whilft to th' Mame of low-endeavouring art
Thy easie numbers flow, and that each heart
Hath from the leaves of thy unvalu'd Book,
Those Delphick lines with deep impreson took,
Then thou our fancy of it self bereaving,
Doft make us Marble with too much conceiving;
And fo Sepulcher'd in such pomp doft lie,
That Kings for such a Tomb would wish to die.

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