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A document that well might teach the sage, “ • Then use thy tallent, youth shall be thy warten. That there 's 110 trust in youth, nor hope in age. And let not honour from thy sports detract:

Thou must not fondly think thyself transparen, “ • Daughter,' said she, “behold thy happy chance, That those who see thy face cao judge thy face, That hast the lot cast down into thy lap,

Let her have shame that cannot closely act Whereby thou may’st thy bonour great advance, And seem the chaste, which is the chiefest art, Whilst thou, unhappy, wilt not see thy hap:

For what we seem each see, nove knows our bez. Such fond respect thy youth doth so inwrap, T'oppose thyself against thine own good fortune,

«• What, dost thou stand on this, that he is ad? That points thee out, and seems thee to importune. Thy beauty hath the more to work apos,

Thy pleasure's want shall be supply'd with gold u • Dost thou not see, how that thy king (thy Jove) Enticing words prevail with such a one.

Cold age dotes most, when heat of youth is goes Lightens forth glory on thy dark estate: And showers down gold and treasure from above,

Alluring shows most deep impression strikes, Whilst thou dost shut thy lap against thy fate?

Por age is prone to credit what it likes.' Fie, fondling, fie ! thou wilt repent too late

“ Here interrupt, she leaves me in a doubt, The errour of thy youth; that canst not see

When lo! began the combat in my blood, What is thy fortune that doth follow thee.

Seeing my youth environ'd round about,

The ground uncertain where my reasons stood, « « Thou must not think thy flower can always flou. Small my defence to make my party good, rish,

Against such powers which were so surely laid, And that thy beauty will be still admir'd; To overthrow a poor unskilful maid. But that those rays which all these flames do nourish,

“ Treason was in my bones, myself conspiring Cancell’d with time, will have their date expir'd, To sell myself to last, my soul to sin: And men will scorn what now is so desir'd. Pure blushing shame was even in retiring, Our frailties' doom is written in the flowers, Leaving the sacred hold it gloried in. Which flourish now, and fade e'er many hours. Honour lay prostrate for my flesh to win,

When cleaner thoughts my weakness gap upbraz " " Read in my face the ruins of my youth, Against myself, and shame did force me say; The wreck of years upon my aged brow; I have been fair (I must confess the truth)

“ • Ah! Rosamond, what doth thy flesh prepared And stood upon as nice respects as thou;

Destruction to thy days, death to thy fame; I lost my time, and I repent it now.

Wilt thou betray that honour beld with care, But were I to begin my youth again,

T'entomb with black reproach a spotted dan! I would redeem the time I spent in vain. Leaving thy blush, the colours of thy shame?

Opening thy feet to sin, thy soul to lust, “* But thou hast years and privilege to use them, Graceless to lay thy glory in the dust? Thy privilege doth bear beauty's great seal ;

“• Nay, first let the Earth gape wide to swallow thee Besides, the law of Nature doth excuse them,

And shut thee up in bosom with her dead, To whom thy youth may bare a just appeal.

Ere serpent tempt thee taste forbidden tree, Esteem not fame more than thou dost thy weal. Fame (whereof the world seems to make such choice) Suffering thyself by lust to be misled;

Or feel the warmth of an unlawful bed, Is but an echo, and an idle voice.

So to disgrace thyself and grieve thine heirs,

That Clifford's race should scorn thee one of their " • Then why should this respect of honour bound In th' imaginary lists of reputation ? [us, «• Never wish longer to enjoy the air, Titles which cold severity hath found us,

Than that thou breath'st the breath of chastity : Breath of the vulgar, foe to recreation :

Longer than thou preserr'st thy soul as fair Melancholy's opinion, custom's relation ;

As is thy face, free from impurity, Pleasure's plague, beauty's scourge, Hell to the fair, Thy face, that makes th' admir'd in every eye, To leave the sweet for castles in the air.

Where Nature's care such rarities enroll,

Which us'd amniss, may serve to damn thy soul « « Pleasure is felt, opinion but conceir'd,

« • But what! he is my king, and may constrain Honour, a thing without us, not our own;

Whether I yield or not, I live defamed. Whereof we see how many are bereav'd, Which should have reap' the glory they had sowo: I shall be judgʻd his love, and so be shamed,

The world will think authority did gain me, Aod many have it, yet unworthy, known.

We see the fair condemn'd, that never gained, So breathes his blast this many-beaded beast,

And if I yield, 't is honourable shame, Whereof the wisest have esteemed least.

If not, I live disgrac'd, yet thought the same. « « The subtle city-women, better learn'd, “ « What way is left thee then (unhappy maid!) Esteem them chaste enough that best seem so : Whereby thy spotless foot may wander out Who though they sport, it shall not be discern'd, This dreadful danger, which thou seest is laid, Their face berays not what their bodies do; Wherein thy shame doth compass thee about? "T is wary walking that does safeliest go.

Thy simple years cannot resolve this doubt. With show of virtue, as the cunning knows, Thy youth can never guide thy foot so even, Babes are beguild with sweets, and men with shows. But (in despite) some scandal will be giver

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“ Witness the world, wherein is nothing rifer, Till my frail flesh did weigh me down to sin; Than miseries unken'd before they come: TYIl world and pleasure made me partialize, Who can the characters of chance decipher, And glittering pomp my vanity did win,

Written in clouds of our concealed doom? te, mana When to excuse my fault my lusts begin,

Which though perhaps have been reveal'd to some, And impious thoughts alleg'd this wanton clause, Yet that so doubtful (as success did prove them) That though I sina'd, my sin had honest cause. That men must know they have the Heav'ns above

them. a stai 1%.. So well the golden balls cast down before me, che preza

Could entertain my course, hinder my way: “ I saw the sin wherein my foot was ent'ring; at sbal *Whereat my wretchless youth stooping to store me, I saw how that dishonour did attend it ; stente Lost me the goal, the glory, and the day. I saw the shame whereon my besh was vent'rings =vail Pleasure had set my well-school'd thoughts to play, Yet had I not the power for to defend it; si tap DAod bid me use the virtue of mine eyes,

So weak is sense, when errour hath condemn'd it. => CEL . For sweetly it fits the fair to wantonize.

We see what 's good, and thereto we consent;

But yet we choose the worst, and soon repent. she leare *** Thus wrought to sin, soon was I train'd from court, the couT' a solitary grange, 'there to attend

“ And now I come to tell the worst of illness; Five: The time the king should thither make resort,

Now draws the date of mine affliction near. tan sa Where he love's long desired work should end. Now when the dark had wrapt up all in stillness, = D M D Thither he daily messages doth send,

And dreadful black had dispossess'd the clear, ens Tide With costly jewels (orators of love)

Com'd was the Night (mother of Sleep and Fear) 0 2,1 Which (ab! too well men know) do women move.

Who with her sable mantle friendly covers

The sweet stoll'n sport of joyful meeting lovers, my boš *** The day before the night of my defeature, losow He greets me with a casket richly wrought; “When, lo! I joy'd my lover, not my love, ame was so rare, that Art did seem to strive with Nature, And felt the hand of lust most undesir'd; ed bod opal express the cunning workman's curious thought; Enforc'd th' unproved bitter sweet to prove, rate for at se he mystery whereof I prying sought,

Which yields no natural pleasure when 't is bir'd; oth And found engraven on the lid above,

Love's not constrain'd, nor yet of due requir'd: and samtamymone, how she with Neptune strove.

Judge they who are unfortunately wed,

What 't is to come unto a loathed bed.
Amymone, old Danaus' fairest daughter,

“ But soon bis age receiv'd his short contenting, thai busest Lerna whereas Neptune came and caught her, (243, is she was fetching water all alone

And sleep seal'd up his languishing desires ; laet reparom whom she strivd and struggled to be gone,

When he turns to his rest, I to repenting, sh, the chathing the air with cries and pitious moan;

Into myself my waking thought retires; to sia, dit 33 ut all in vain, with bim she 's forc'd to go,

My nakedness had prov'd my senses liars. thy elart azt is shame that men should use poor maidens so.

Now open'd were mine eyes to look therein,

For first we taste the fruit, then see our sin. be Earth sezon There might I see described how she lay,

“ Now did I find myself unparadis'd, in besar those proud feet, not satisfy'd with prayer: Vailing her heavy hap, cursing the day,

From those pure fields of my so clean beginning : n act so pitious to express despair.

Now I perceiv'd how ill I was advis'd," ind by how much more griev'd, so much more fair. My flesh gan loath the new-felt touch of sinning;

ler tears upon her cheeks (poor careful girl!) Shame leaves us by degrees, not at first winning: ace sbunked seem against the Sun crystal and pearl : For nature checks a new offence with loathing;

But use of sin doth make it seem as nothing:
Whose pure clear streams (which lo so fair ap-

Jrought hotter flames (O miracle of love) (pears)“ And use of sin did work in me a boldness, breathe that kindles fire in water, heat in tears,

And love in him incorporates such zeal, nd make neglected beauty mightier prove, That jealousy increas'd with age's coldness; eaching afflicted eyes affect to move;

Fearing to loose the joy of all his weal, o show that nothing ill becomes the fair,

Or doubting time his stealth might clse reveal, ut cruelty, which yields unto no prayer,

He's driven to devise some subtile way, This having view'd, and therewith something How he might safeliest keep so rich a prey. he is orkes igur'd I find within the other squares, [mov'd,

" A stately palace he forthwith did build, or bite transformed lo, Jove's dearly lov’d, 1 her affliction how she strangely fares.

Whose intricate innumerable ways,
trangely distress'd (O beauty, born to cares!)

With such confused errours, so beguil'd
Surn'd to a heifer, kept with jealous eyes,

Th' upguided ent'rers with uncertain strays,

And doubtful turnings kept them in delays; t is base lways in danger of her hateful spies.

With bootless labour leading them about, These precedents presented to my view, Able to find no way, nor in, nor out. is left the then therein the presage of my fall was shown,

“ Within the closed bosom of which frame, potless funt light have forewarn'd me well what would ensue, ame doch ut fate is not prevented, thongh foreknown:. anger, that and others' barms have made me shun mine-own; / That serv'd a centre to that goodly round,

Were lodgings, with a garden to the same,

With sweetest flowers that e'er adorn'd the ground, 285 Conna 1927 or that must hap, decreed by heavenly powers,

And all the pleasures that delight hath found DETET guidor Pho work our fall, yet make the fault still ours.

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T'entertain the sense of wanton eyes,

If I unluckily bad never stray'd, Fuel of love, from whence lust's flames arise. But liv'd at home a happy country maid. “ Here I enclos’d, froin all the world asunder, “ Whose unaffected innocency thinks The minotaur of Shame kept for disgrace; No guilefal fraud, as doth the courtly liver! The monster of Fortune, and the world's wonder, She's deck'd with truth; the river, where sbe drie Liv'd cloist'red in so desolate a case :

Doth serve her for her glass; her counsel-grier None but the king might come into the place, She loves sincerely, and is loved erer. With certain maids that did attend my need, Her days are peace, and so she ends her breath And he himself came guided by a thread. (True life that knows not what 's to die ull death “ O Jealousy! daughter of Envy and Love, “ So should I never have been regist'red, Most wayward issue of a gentle sire;

In the black book of the unfortunate; Foster'd with fears, thy father's joys t' improve ; Nor had my name, enrol'd with maids misled, Mirth-marring monster, born a subtle liar; Which bought their pleasures at so high a rze: Hateful unto thyself, flying thine own desire ; Nor had I taught (through my unhappy fate) Feeding upon suspect, that doth renew thee; This lesson (which myself learnt with espeas) Happy were lovers if they never knew thee. How most it hurts, that most delights the seas. “ Thou hast a thousand gates thou enterest by, “ Shame follows sin, disgrace is duly givea; Condemning trembling passions to our heart: Impiety will out, never so closely done : Hunder'd-ey'd Argus, ever wakiog spy,

No walls can hide us from the eye of Hearea; Pale hag, inferal fury, pleasure's smart,

For shame must end what wickedness begii; Envious observer, prying in every part ;

Forth breaks reproach when we least think thrra, Suspicious, fearful, gazing still about thee; And this is ever proper unto courts, O would to God that love could be without thee.

That nothing can be done, but Fame reports. “Thou did'st deprive (through false suggesting fear) “ Fame doth explore what lies most secret lida Him of content, and me of liberty,

Ent'ring the closet of the palace-dweller; The only good that women hold so dear,

Abroad revealing what is most forbidder : And turn'st my freedom to captivity,

Of truth and falsehood both an equal teller, First made a prisoner ere an enemy:

'T is not a guard can serve for to expell her: Enjoin'd the ransom of my body's shame,

The sword of justice cannot cut her wings, Which though I paid, could not redeem the same.

Nor stop her mouth from uttering secret thing “ What greater torment ever could have been,

“ And this our stealth she could not loog conca, Than to enforce the fair to live retir'd ?

From her whom such a forfeit most concera'd, For what is beauty if it be not seen?

The wronged queen, who could so closely deal, Or what is 't to be seen, if not admir'd?

That she the whole of all our practice learu'd And though admir'd, unless in love desir'd?

And watch'd a time when least it was discernd, Never were cheeks of roses, locks of amber,

In absence of the king, to wreak her wrong, Ordain'd to live imprison'd in a chamber.

With such revenge as she desired long. “ Nature created beauty for the view,

“ The labyrinth she enter'd by that thread, (Like as the fire for beat, the Sun for light :) That serv'd a conduct to my absent lord ; The fair do hold this privilege as due,

Left there by chance, reserv'd for such a deed, By ancient charter, to live most in sight,

Where she surpris'd me whom she so abborid: And she that is debarr'd it, hath not right.

Enrag'd with madness, scarce she speaks a word, In rain our friends from this do us dehort,

But flies with eager fury to my face, For beauty will be where is most resort.

Offering me most unwomanly disgrace. « Witness the fairest streets that Thames doth visit, “ Look how a tigress that hath lost her whelp, The wondrous concourse of the glitt'ring fair ; Runs fiercely ranging through the woods astray; For what rare womnan, deck'd with beauty, is it, And seeing herself depriv'd of hope or help, That thither covets not to make repair ?

Furiously assaults what 's in her way, The solitary country may not stay her.

To satisfy her wrath (not for a prey); Here is the centre of all beauties best,

So fell she on me in outrageous wise, Excepting Delia, left t'adorn the west.

As could disdain and jealousy devise. “ Here doth the curious, with judicial eyes, “ And after all her vile reproaches us'd, Contemplate beauty gloriously attir'd:

She forc'd me take the poison sbe had brougit, And herein all our chiefest glory lies,

To end the life that had her so abus'd, To live where we are prais'd and most desir'd. And free her fears, and ease her jealous thoaght; 0! how we joy to see ourselves admir'd,

No cruelty her wrath could leave unwrought; Whilst niggardly our favours we discover; No spiteful act that to revenge is common ; We love to be belov'd, yet scorn the lover. (No beast being fiercer than a jealous woman) “ Yet wonld to God my foot had never mov'd “ « Here take,' said she, “thou impudent unclean, From country safety, from the fields of rest; Base graceless strumpet, take this next your heart; To know the danger to be highly lov’d,

Your love-sick heart, that overcharg'd hath beru And live in pomp to brave among the best: With pleasure's surfeit, must be purg'd with art; Happy for me, better had I been bless'd,

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To rought those humours that oppress you so ;

And let thy heart pity thy heart's remorse,
And, girl, I'll see you take it ere I go.

And be thyself the mourner and the corse.
" • What! stand you now amaz'd; retire you back? «• Condole thee here, clad all in black despair,
Tremble you, minion ? come, dispatch with speed; With silence only, and a dying bed ;
There is no help, your champion now we lack, Thou that of late, so flourishing, so fair,
And all these tears you shed will nothing steed; Did'st glorious live, admir'd and honoured :
Those dainty fingers needs must do the deed : And now from friends, from succóur hither led,
Take it, or I will drench you else by force,

Art made a spoil to lust, to wrath, to death,
And trifle not, lest that I use you worse.'

And in disgrace, forc'd here to yield thy breath. “ Having this bloody doom from hellish breath, “ • Did Nature (for this good) ingeniate, My wofull eyes on every side I cast;

To show in thee the glory of her best; Rigour about me, in my hand my death,

Framing thine eye the star of thy ill fate, Presenting me the horrour of my last;

Making thy face the fue to spoil the rest ? All hope of pity and of comfort past.

O beauty! thou an enemy profess'd No means, no power, no forces to contend, To chastity, and us that love thee most, My trembling hands must give myself my end. Without thee, how w'are loath'd, and with thee lost! " Those hands that beauty's ministers had been, «« You, you that proud with liberty and beauty, * They must give death, that me adornd of late, (And well may you be proud that you be so) That mouth that newly gave consent to sin, Glitter in court, lov'd and observ'd of duty; Must now receive destruction in thereat ;

Would God I might to you but ere I go That body which my lust did violate,

Speak what I feel, to warn you by my woe, - Must sacrifice itself to appease the wrong.

To keep your feet in cleanly paths of shame, (So short is pleasure, glory lasts not long.) That not enticing may divert the same. “ And she no sooner saw I had it taken,

Seeing how 'gainst your tender weakness still, But forth she rushes (proud with victory)

The strength of wit, and gold, and all is bent; And leaves m' alone, of all the world forsaken,

And all th' assaults that ever might or skill Except of Death, which she had left with me. Can give against a chaste and clean intent; * (Death and myself alone together be.)

Ah! let not greatness work you to consent. To whom she did her full revenge refer.

The spot is foul, though by a monarch made, : Oh, poor weak conquest both for him and her! Kings cannot privilege what God forbade. “ Then straight my conscience summons up my sin

« • Lock up therefore the treasure of your love, \T"' appear before me in a hideous face;

Under the surest keys of fear and shame: Now doth the terrour of my soul begin,

And let no powers have power chaste thoughts to
When ev'ry corner of that hateful place

To make a lawless entry on your fame. (move
Dictates mine errour, and reveals disgrace; Open to those the comfort of your flame,
Whilst I remain oppress'd in every part,

Whose equal love shall march with equal pace,
Death in my body, horrvur at my heart.

In those pure ways that lead to no disgrace. !“ Down on my bed my loathsome self I cast, " " For see how many discontented beds, The bed that likewise gives in evidence

Our own aspiring or our parents' pride Against my soul, and tells I was unchaste,

Have caus'd, whilst that ambition vainly weds
Tells I was wanton, tells I follow'd sense,

Wealth and not love, honour apd nought beside :
And therefore cast, by guilt of mine offence, Whilst marry'd but to titles, we abide
Must here the right of Heaven needs satisfy, As wedded widows, wanting what we have,
And where I wanton lay, must wretched die. When shadows cannot give us what we crave.
" Here I began to wail my hard mishap,

« • Or whilst we spend the freshest of our time, My sudden, strange, unlook'd-for misery,

The sweets of youth inplotting in the air;' Accusing them that did my youth entrap,

Alas! how oft we fall, hoping to climb; To give me such a fall of infamy.

Or whither as unprofitably fair, And poor distressed Rosamond,' said I,

Whilst those decays which are without repair, Is this thiy glory got, to die forlorn

Make us neglected, scorned, and reprov'd. In deserts where no ear can hear thee mourn (And 0, what are we, if we be not lov'd?) "Nor any eye of pity to behold

« • Fasten therefore upon occasions ft, The wofoll end of thy sad tragedy ;

Lest this, or that, or like disgrace as mine,
But that thy wrongs unseen, thy tale untold, Do overtake your youth, or ruin it,
Must here in secret silence bury'd lie,

And cloud with infamy your beauty's skige: -
And with thee, thine excuse together die ?

Seeing how many seek to undermine.
Thy sin reveal'd, but thy repentance bid,

The treasury that 's unpossess'd of any;
Thy shame alive, but dead what thy death did. And hard 't is kept that is desir'd of many.
“Yet breathe out to these walls the breath of moan, « « And fly (o dy!) these bed-brokers unclean,
Tell th’air thy plaints, since men thou canst not tell. (The monsters of our sex) that make a prey
And though thou perish desolate alone,

Of their own kind, by an unkindly mean;
Tell yet thyself, what thyself knows too well : And e'en (like vipers) eating out a way
Utter thy grief, wherewith thy soul doth swell. Through th' womb of their own shame, accursed they

Live by the death of fame, the gain of sin, “ Amaz'd he stands, nor Foice nor body stins; The filth of lust, uncleanness wallows in.

Words had no passage, tears no issue found,

For sorrow shut up words, wrath kept in tears; “• As if 't were not enough that we (poor we) Confus'd effects each other do confound; Have weakness, beauty, gold, and men, our foes, Oppress'd with grief, his passions had no bound But we must have some of ourselves to be

Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; Traitors unto ourselves, to join with those; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dont Such as our feeble forces do disclose, And still betray our cause, our shame, our youth, “ At length extremity breaks out a way, To lust, to folly, and to mens' untruth.

Through which, th' imprison'd voice with tears a.

tended, ««• Hateful confounders both of blood and laws, Wails out a sound that sorrows do bewray; Vile orators of shame, that plead delight;

With arms across, and eyes to Heaven bended, Ungracious agents in a wicked cause,

Vapouring out sighs that to the skies ascended ; Factors for darkness, messengers of night, Sighs (the poor ease calamity affords) Serpents of guile, devils that do unite

Which serve for speech, when sorrow wanteth orts The wanton taste of that forbidden tree, Whose fruit once pluck’d, will show how foul we “« O Heavens ! quoth he, 'why do mine eyes te be.

The hateful rays of this unhappy Sun?

Why have I light to see my sins controld, “ You in the habit of a gràve aspect,

With blood of mine owo shame thus wildly done? (In credit by the trust of years) can show

How can my sight endure to look thereon ? The cunning ways of lust, and can direct

Why doth not black eternal darkness hide The fair and wily wantons how to go,

That from mine eyes, my heart cannot abide ? Having (your loathsome selves) your youth spent so:

« « What saw my life wherein my soul might jog? And in uncleanness ever have been fed,

What had my days, whom troubles still afflicted, By the revenue of a wanton bed :

But only this, to counterpoise annoy? “" By you have been the innocent betray'd,

This joy, this hope, which death hath interdicted;

This sweet, whose loss hath all distress inflicted; The blushing fearful bolden'd unto sin,

This, that did season all my soar of life,
The wife made subtile, subtile made the maid,
The husband scorn'd, dishonoured the kin;

Vex'd still at home with broils, abroad in strike. Parents disgrac'd, children infamous been:

«« Vex'd still at home with broils, abroad in strife, Confus'd our race, and falsify'd our blood,

Dissention in my blood, jars in my bed; Whilst fathers' sons possess wrong fathers' good.' Distrust at board, suspecting still my life,

Spending the night in horrour, days in dread; “ This, and much more, I would have utter'd then, (such life hath tyrants, and this life I led.) A testament to be recorded still,

These miseries go mask'd in glittering shows, Sign'd with my blood, subscrib'd with conscience which wise men see, the vulgar little know'

pen, To warn the fair and beautiful from ill;

“ Thus, as these passions do him overwhelm, Though I could wish (by the example of my will) He draws him near my body to behold it; I had not left this note unto the fair,

And as the vide married unto the elm, But dy'd intestate to have bad no heir.

With strict embraces, so doth he infold it :

And as he in his careful arms doth bold it, “But now the poison, spread through all my veins, On senseless lips, millions of kisses spends.

Viewing the face that even death commends, Gan disposses my living senses quite; And nought-respecting Death (the last of pains) «« Pitiful mouth!' saith he, that living garist Plac'd his pale colours (th' ensign of his might) The sweetest comfort that my soul could wish : Upon his new-got spoil before his right:

O be it lawful now, that dead thou har'st, Thence chas'd my soul, setting my day ere noon, This sorrowing farewell of a dying kiss. When I least thought my joys could end so soon.

And you fair eyes, containers of my bliss,

Motives of love, born to be matched never, " And as convey'd t' untimely funerals,

Entomb’d in your sweet circles, sleep for ever. My scarce cold corse not suffer'd longer stay :

“ • Ab! how methinks I see Death dallying seeks Behold! the king (by cbance) returning, falls T encounter with the same upon the way,

To entertain itself in Love's sweet place; As he repaird to see his dearest joy;

Decayed roses of discolour'd cheeks,

Do yet retain dear notes of former grace: Not thinking such a meeting could have been,

And ugly Death sits fair within her face; To see hir love, and seeing been unseen.

Sweet remnants resting of vermilion red,

That Death itself doubts whether she be dead. “ Judge those whom chance deprives of sweetest treasure,

"" Wonder of beauty, oh! receive these plaints, What 't is to lose a thing we hold so dear!

These obsequies, the last that I shall make thee : The best delight wherein our soul takes pleasure, For lo, my soul that now already faints, The sweet of life, that penetrates so near.

(That lov'a thee living, dead will not forsake thee) What passions feels that heart, inforc'd to bear Hastens her speedy course to overtake thee. The deep impression of so strange a sight,

I'll meet my death, and free myself thereby, That overwhelms us, or confounds us quite ? Por, ah! what can he do that cannot die?

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