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Eleg. 32.
[Then as he past along you might espie]
Then as he past along you might espie,
How the griev'd vulgar that shed many a teare;
Cast after an unwilling-parting eye,
As loth to lose the sight they held so deare.
When they had lost the figure of his face,
Then they beheld his Roabs; his Chariot then,
Which being hid, their look aim'd at the place,
Still longing to behold him once agen:
But when he was quite past, and they could finde
No object to imploy their sight upon,
Sorrow became more busie with the minde,
And drew an Army of sad passions on;
Which made them so particularly mone,
Each amongst thousands seem'd as if alone.
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