The Life and Poems of Richard Edwards By Leicester Bradner: A Dissertation Presented to the Faculty of the Graduate School of Yale University in Candidacy for the Degree of Doctor of Philosophy |
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1. Here PITHIAS singes, and the Regalles play.
Awake ye wofull wightes,
That longe haue wept in woe:
Resigne to me your plaintes and teares,
my haplesse hap to sho:
My wo no tongue can tell,
ne pen can well descrie:
O, what a death is this to heare,
DAMON my friende must die.
That longe haue wept in woe:
Resigne to me your plaintes and teares,
my haplesse hap to sho:
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ne pen can well descrie:
O, what a death is this to heare,
DAMON my friende must die.
The losse of worldly wealth,
mannes wisdome may restore,
And Phisicke hath prouided too,
a Salue for euerie sore:
But my true Frende once lost,
no Arte can well supplie:
Then, what a death is this to heare:
DAMON my friend must die.
mannes wisdome may restore,
And Phisicke hath prouided too,
a Salue for euerie sore:
But my true Frende once lost,
no Arte can well supplie:
Then, what a death is this to heare:
DAMON my friend must die.
My mouth refuse the foode,
that should my limmes sustayne:
Let sorow sinke in to my brest,
and ransacke every vayne:
You Furies all at once,
on me your tormentes trie:
Why should I liue, since that I heare:
Damon my friend should die:
that should my limmes sustayne:
Let sorow sinke in to my brest,
and ransacke every vayne:
You Furies all at once,
on me your tormentes trie:
Why should I liue, since that I heare:
Damon my friend should die:
Gripe me you greedy greefs,
and present pangues of death,
You Systers three, with cruell handes,
with speed now stop my breath:
Shrine me in clay aliue,
some good man stop mine eye:
Oh death come now, seing I heare,
Damon my friend must die.
and present pangues of death,
You Systers three, with cruell handes,
with speed now stop my breath:
Shrine me in clay aliue,
some good man stop mine eye:
Oh death come now, seing I heare,
Damon my friend must die.
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