Elegies offer'd up to the memory of William Glover Esquire, late of Shalston, in Bukinghamshire. By Thomas Philipot |
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Elegie 7.
No gaudy shroud (Friend) shall be fram'd for theeOut of the drudging silk-wormes Huswifry,
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Which swelling to an Inundation,
Shall circumscribe thy witherd Earth, and there
Settle, till the inclement North shall dare
T'invade thy Tombe, and with some impious gust
Make a rude Onset on thy hallow'd dust,
And seeking to dissolve that pretious masse
By his chill breath transforme my teares to glasse,
So shall thy Clay be wrapt up and inclos'd
Within a Christiali shroude, and be expos'd
Through that cleere Vaile, to every glance minē eye
Shall to thy Tomhe employ in Embassie
To waft thy species to't, from whēnce it may
Find by that thorough fare a compendious way
To journey to my Heart, where when tis come,
I'le vent so many sighs to make it roome,
They shall benum my Heart it selfe to stone,
Which I'le beset with this Inscription.
Here lyes the figure of a Friend which Fate
Nor Time, nor Death shall ever extirpate,
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