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In eundem.
With some fantasticke foolish braine or other,
(Causles) thy weeping lines may be disgraced
While wisdomes wit their folly doth discouer,
And thou thereby in better thoughts be placed.
Thy lynes (no Panimne toyes) thy Text deuine,
Exhales such darkning clouds that Sun may shine.
(Causles) thy weeping lines may be disgraced
While wisdomes wit their folly doth discouer,
And thou thereby in better thoughts be placed.
Thy lynes (no Panimne toyes) thy Text deuine,
Exhales such darkning clouds that Sun may shine.
Goe on to weepe, and weeping laugh at those,
That doe the pangs of thy sicke soule despise:
While thou dost weeping win, they laughing lose,
The crowne that is ordain'd for thy sad eyes.
While I goe sit me downe, and musing wonder,
To see thy heart for sinne nigh torne asunder.
That doe the pangs of thy sicke soule despise:
While thou dost weeping win, they laughing lose,
The crowne that is ordain'd for thy sad eyes.
While I goe sit me downe, and musing wonder,
To see thy heart for sinne nigh torne asunder.
Sweet is the Musicke that thy passion sings,
A high-fetcht note surpassing Ela's straine:
Suckt from the waters of those Hesbon springs,
That rise and flow, to neuer ebbe againe.
Who wold not (taught by thee) do his endeuour?
Learne so to weepe, that he may liue for euer.
A high-fetcht note surpassing Ela's straine:
Suckt from the waters of those Hesbon springs,
That rise and flow, to neuer ebbe againe.
Who wold not (taught by thee) do his endeuour?
Learne so to weepe, that he may liue for euer.
Phil. Holland Gent.
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