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| Another vpon the same M:rs Boulstred. [169] |
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| Language thou art too narrow and too weake |
| To ease vs now, greate sorrowes cannot speake. |
| If wee could sigh out accents, and weepe words |
| Greefe weares and lessens that teares breath affoords. |
| Sad hearts the lesse they seeme the more they are |
| So guilty'st men stand mutest at the barre |
| Not that they knowe not feele not theyr estate |
| But extreame Sence hath made them desperate. |
| Sorrow, to whome wee owe all that wee bee |
| Tyrant in the fift and great'st Monarchy |
| Was't that shee did possesse all hearts before |
| Thou hast killd her, to make thy Empire more? |
| Knewst thou some would, that knewe her not, lament |
| As in a deluge perish th'innocent? |
| Wast not enough to haue that pallace wonne |
| But thou must rase it too that was vndonne? |
| Hadst thou stayd there and lookd out at her eyes |
| All had ador'd thee that now from thee flyes |
| ffor they lett out more light then they tooke in |
| They told not when, but did the day beginne |
| Shee was too Saphyrine and cleere for thee |
| Clay, flint, and Ieate now thy fitt dwellings bee. |
| Alas shee was too pure, but not too weake |
| Who er'e sawe Christall Ord'nance but would breake? |
| And if wee bee thy conquest, by her fall |
| Th'hast lost thy end, in her wee perish all. |
| Or if wee liue, wee liue but to rebell |
| That knowe her better now who knew her well. |
| If wee should vapour out or pine, or dye |
| Since shee first went, that were no misery |
| Shee changd our world with hers, now shee is gon |
| Mirth and prosperity is oppression.
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